A woman is sitting in a bar, wearing a tube top. Having never shaved her armpits, she has a thick black bush under each arm that she exposes every time she flags the bartender for another drink.
Near the end of the night, a drunk at the end of the bar tells the bartender, “Hey, I’d like to buy the ballerina a drink.”
“What makes you think she’s a ballerina?” the bartender asks.
“Any girl who can lift her leg that high has to be a ballerina.”