A large woman, wearing a sleeveless sun dress, walked into a bar in Mission Beach. She raised her right arm, revealing a huge, hairy armpit. She pointed to all the people sitting at the bar and asked, "What man here will buy a lass a drink?" 

The bar went silent as the patrons tried to ignore her.
But down at the end of the bar, an owl-eyed drunk F-8 fighter pilot slammed his hand down on the counter and bellowed, "Pour the ballerina a drink!"
The bartender poured the drink and the woman chugged it down. 

She turned to the patrons and again pointed around at all of them, revealing the same hairy armpit, and asked, "What man here will buy a lass another drink?" 

Once again, the same wiry pilot slapped his money down on the bar and said, "Give the ballerina another drink!"
The bartender approached the drunk pilot and said, "Tell me, Dave, It's your business if you want to buy the lady a drink, but why do you keep calling 

her a ballerina?"

He replied, "Any woman who can lift her leg that high has got to be a ballerina