A Cape Bretoner, vacationing in Texas, was getting peeved of at all the tall tales he was being told so he decided to embellish a little too.
Upon sitting down in a restaurant and summoning a waiter the Cape Bretoner promptly ordered a Capers breakfast.
And what would that consist of sir, the waiter inquired.
Bring me a big steak, a 40 ouncer of Canadian Club whiskey and a bulldog.
But what pray-tell is the bulldog for, stammered the puzzled waiter.
Why to eat the steak of course, chuckled the smiling Caper.
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