Got any breadcrumbs?

After my blog post on old jokes, and my recent features in the Daily Mail on Dame Edna Everage and the appeal of jokes about geriatrics, anyone might think I know lots of good gags. And anyone would be wrong. The truth is, I have a very constricted memory for jokes, and I can only remember one at a time. This is it:

A duck goes into a pub. The barman says, "We don't serve ducks in here."

The duck says, "Quack! Got any breadcrumbs?"

The barman says, "Didn't you hear what I said? Flap off, duckie!"

The duck says, "Quack! Got any breadcrumbs?"

The barman says, "Don't make me ask you again..."

The duck says, "Quack! Got any breadcrumbs?"

The barman says, "No! Go away!

The duck says, "Quack! Got any breadcrumbs?"

The barman says, "NO!"

The duck says, "Quack! Got any breadcrumbs?"

The barman says, "NO!"

The duck says, "Quack! Got any breadcrumbs?"

The barman says, "NO!"

The duck says, "Quack! Got any breadcrumbs?"

The barman says, "NO!"

The duck says, "Quack! Got any breadcrumbs?"

The barman says, "So help me, if you say 'Quack! Got any breadcrumbs' one more time, I will take this hammer and I will nail your beak to the bar. Understand?"

The duck says, "Quack! Got any nails?"

The barman says, "NO!!!"

The duck says, "Quack! Got any breadcrumbs?"