One of my favourite genre of jokes in English is “A (whatever/whoever) walks into a bar.”
Shakespeare walks into a bar.
The landlord shouts:
Get out! You’re bard.
A man walks into a bar. He cries:
Ouch! That hurt!
It was an iron bar.
My favourite is this one, however.
A dog walks into a bar. He orders a drink.
A pint of… bitter, please.
Our barman replies:
Hey, that’s amazing. But why the pause?
Our dog replies:
No idea. I was just born with them.
Have a bar-vellous day, won’t you!