A man and his pet llama walk into a Birmingham pub.
It's about 6pm, but they're ready for a good night of drinking. They start off slowly, watching TV, drinking beer, eating peanuts.
As the night goes on they move to mixed drinks, and then shooters, one after the other.
Finally, the publican says: "Last call." So, the man says, "One more for me... and one more for my llama."
The publican sets them up and they shoot them back.
Suddenly, the llama falls over dead. The man throws some money on the bar, puts on his coat and starts to leave.
The publican yells: "Hey mate, you can't just leave that lyin' there."
To which the man replies: "That's not a lion, that's a llama."