Here’s the joke.
Ayn Rand, Rand Paul and Paul Ryan walk into a bar. The bartender serves them tainted alcohol because there are no regulations. They die.
Here’s my response:
No, no NO you’re telling it all wrong. Ayn Rand, Rand Paul and Paul Ryan walk into a bar owned by Thom Tillis. Ayn Rand never pays for a drink because, well, she never does, and Rand Paul left his wallet in the car so Paul Ryan, who’s generally considered the stupid one of the trio anyway, digs out his Amex and pays. The cocktail onions are contaminated, the glasses are filthy and the tabletop hasn’t been wiped down since Vietnam. Ayn Rand says “A is A. I need privately funded medical attention.” and keels over. The other two ignore her because hey bitches be crazy. Rand Paul says, “I’m considering changing my position,” and keels over. Paul Ryan takes a selfie with their corpses and goes on a book tour; there isn’t a microbe alive that doesn’t back away from him slow.
