fella at the bar says to the bartender, "could you call me a cab?"

"ok, you're a cab."
that's not the joke.

the cab arrives and fella says to the cabbie, "does this taxi have enough room for 12 beers, a 40 pounder of whiskey, a pizza, and 2 dozen hotwings?"

cabbie says, "sure, there's plenty of room for that."

so, fella pukes in the back seat.
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