Yes, I can.

Also, I will. Two Beartatos walked into a bar. Reginald was with them. The bartender requested their IDs and asked if they were over 21. “Well,” said Beartato, “That’s never been clearly defined. We exist at some nebulous age where we have many adult privileges yet few responsibilities. Attaching a specific number to that would dispel some of our childlike charm." 

"You can’t come in,” said the bartender. 

 "Is it because of our age?“ asked Beartato.

 "No,” said the bartender, pointing at Reginald. “It’s because that’s the guy who was hitting on my girlfriend!”

 Reginald and Beartato and Beartato walked home, chagrined. “Not all jokes are funny,” said Reginald. The end.