The fellow walked into a bar he had never been in before and ordered a drink. He then asked the bartender if he enjoyed dumb-jock jokes. The beefy attendant leaned over the bar and fixed a withering glare on his customer.
“Listen, buddy,” he growled. “See those two big guys on the left? They’re professional football players. And that huge fellow on your right is a world-class wrestler. That guy in the corner is a champion weight-lifter. And I lettered in three sports at Notre Dame.
“Now,” he continued, “are you absolutely positive you want to go ahead and tell your dumb-jock joke here?”
“Nah, guess not,” the man replied. “I wouldn’t want to have to explain it five times.”
-Billy Kreifeldt in The Saturday Evening Post