and ask the barman for a pint of anything but Stella. 'What's wrong with Stella?' asks the bar man. 'Well last nught I bought 12 pints of Stella and when I got home I was f*cking skint', says the man. 'Well', says the bar man, 'if you bought 12 pints of any beer you'd spend a lot!' 'No,' says the man, 'Skint's my dog'.