Retiring from Poetry (going into the joke making business)

Announcement:

i'm retiring from Poetry to focus on making up jokes.

here's my first effort:

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A man goes to a restaurant where nine forks are nailed on to the front door.

This pisses him off and he demands to talk to the owner.

When the owner arrives he starts in on him right away.

"what the hell's going on here?" he snaps. "there are nine forks on the door?"

"Si, senor," the owner replies. "Si, senor."

The man loses it.

"This is totally fcking insane," he barks out.
"There are supposed to be Ten-a-Door!"
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(for whatever it's worth my mother thinks this is quite funny)