Stuck in a strange city by bad weather, the drinker was bored. He sat in the bar and looking to strike up a conversation, turned to bartender and said, "Hey, about those Democrats in the Congress . . . "

"Stop -- I *don't* permit talk about politics in my bar!" interrupted the bartender.

A few minutes later the gent tried again, "People say about the Pope . . . "

"No religion talk, either," the bartender cut in.

"Look, how about sex. Can I talk sex?"

"Sure."

"Then fuck you."