A guy walks into a bar, takes a couple of steps in, and quickly realizes—it’s a gay bar.

“Eh, no big deal,” he thinks. “I just want a drink.”

The bartender comes over and says, “Welcome! But before I serve you, you have to tell me—what’s the name of your, uh… ‘little buddy’?”

The guy blinks. “Wait, what? I’m just here for a drink.”

The bartender grins. “House rules! Mine’s called Nike—’Just Do It.’ That guy over there? He calls his Snickers, because ‘It really satisfies.’”

Now curious, the guy turns to the man next to him and asks, “Okay, what about you?”

The man proudly says, “TIMEX—because it takes a licking and keeps on ticking!”

A little shaken, the guy turns to the next man, sipping a margarita. “And yours?”

With a smirk, the man says, “FORD—because ‘Quality is Job 1.’ And also… ‘Have you driven a Ford lately?’”

By now, the guy realizes he needs a name. Thinking fast, he turns back to the bartender and says, “Alright, mine’s called Secret. Now, can I get my beer?”

The bartender, pouring the drink, asks, “Secret? Why Secret?”

With a smirk, the guy takes his beer and says, “Because it’s strong enough for a man… but made for a woman!”

Cheers to unexpected bar conversations!