A man walks into a bar with a lizard on his shoulder. He walks up to the bar
and asks for a pint for himself and a
half pint for Tiny, his lizard.
The barman looks a little taken aback but serves him and Tiny.
Finally, curiosity gets the better of him;
Barman: Why do you call him Tiny?
Man: Because he’s my newt.
It pays to be prepared to teach newt, lizard and
minute afterwards, but expect a few
groans as the penny drops!