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I'm a sax player. I was standing at the bar between sets, scoffing a Heine and chatting up a nearby blonde, when a giant grasshopper hops into the club and bellies up to the bar alongside us.
"Hey, what a coincidence," the bartender says, "we got a drink named after you!!!"
The grasshopper looked confused. "What idiot would name a drink 'Bob'?"
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