So this young guy walks into a bar... [ nfsw? ] ... and has a seat in front of a big pot of gold. Growing confused with the large amount of gold that no one's laying a finger on, he calls the bartender over: ""Hey, what's this for?"" says he. ""Prize for the three house challenges."" replies the barkeep. He continues, ""First, you got to arm wrastle McNulty over there [ *points to a muscular, grizzled Irishman posted up in the corner*]. Next, you got to fight McNulty's dog and pull his tooth. Last, you have to go pay McNulty's mother a visit upstairs. She's ninety, and she's never been satisfied by a man. Whoever can do all three can walk away with the McNulty family gold."" The guy smiles. ""That sounds like fun, but I'm here to relax."" He continues drinking. After about a half-dozen pints, the guy gets up and yells, ""I'm ready to compete for the gold!"" The bar tender takes him over to McNulty's table. The two grab hands, but just before the match begins, the guy swings his leg into McNulty's nuts, then drops McNulty's limp hand to the table. The bar exploded with applause as the bartender led the guy over to a door labeled ""Beware of Dog"". The guy cracks his knuckles and swaggers into the room. The bartender shuts the door behind. Nothing is heard for the next half hour but a few muffled growls, a moan, one or two barks, and scratching. The guy wanders out of the room, mauled and covered in dog bites. The crowd hung still. ""Alright - where's the old bat that needs her tooth pulled?""