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.
"have a crappy weekend, i hope your house burns down."
"i don't need no instructions, to know how to rock."