A crusty old man walks into a bank and says to the teller,
“I want to open a f*cking checking account.”
The astonished woman replies,
“I beg your pardon, but that kind of language is not tolerated in this bank.”
The woman leaves the window & goes over to the bank manager to inform him of her situation.
The manager agrees that a woman does not have to listen to that foul language.
They both return to the window & the manager asks the old geezer,
“Sir, what seems to be the problem here?”
There is no f*cking problem,” the man says.
“I just won $200 million bucks in the damn lottery & I want to put my f*cking money in this damn bank.”
“Oh…I see,” says the manager,
“And is this b!tch giving you a hard time sir…?”
