Gary Mitchell, Dr. M'Benga, and Finnegan walk into a bar...

[Jackson_Roykirk]

...[insert your own punchline]

Here's one:
...and Finnegan has a duck on his head. The bartender asks, "can I help you?"
The duck says, "Hell yeah -- you can get this Irishman off my ass!"


Anyone else?

 

[Piper]

Gary Mitchell, Dr M'Benga and Finnegan walk into a bar and say "Ouch."

 

[Ryan Thomas Riddle]

Gary Mitchell, Dr. M'Benga and Finnegan walk into a bar, sit down and have a drink with Captain Robert April. "Well, boys," toasts Captain April. "Guess we no longer matter."

Gary asks, "Are you even canon?"

 

[Phoenicianknight]

And how the hell did a Russian teenager get in this movie?!

 

[WendellM]

Gary Mitchell, Dr. M'Benga and Finnegan walk into a bar, sit down and have a drink with Captain Robert April. "Well, boys," toasts Captain April. "Guess we no longer matter."

Gary asks, "Are you even canon?"

<snicker> - that's pretty good.

OK, let's see...

Gary Mitchell, Dr. M'Benga, and Finnegan walk into a bar.
Mitchell asks, "Have you guys met Jim Kirk, the stack of books with legs?"
M'Benga says, "Sounds impressive. Does he get under the sheets of many women's beds?"
And Finnegan answers, "Are you kidding? He goes from cover to cover!"

 

[ITL]

Gary Mitchell, Dr. M'Benga, and Finnegan walk into a bar.

They sat drinking in silence for a while. Their cold, dead eyes remained resolutely cast downwards lest eye contact be made and an unspoken knowledge be shared. A knowledge that all is dark. All is pain. All is bleak. No more would their merry laughter be heard, no longer would their lives have any point or meaning whatsoever.

Eventually they left the bar. As they stood in the street, pulling their coats around them as the chilly wind wound it's way into their very souls, they dared not even ask - "So. Same time next week?" - as they all knew the terrible, terrible truth: They would not meet again.

Not in this life.

 

[WendellM]

they all knew the terrible, terrible truth: They would not meet again.

Not in this life.

I get your point, but...

<pitiful attempt to smile> All right, moving on. Um, Gary Mitchell, Dr. M'Benga, and Finnegan walk into a nihilistic bar...
Finnegan says, "Schopenhauer."
M'Benga says, "Nietzsche."
Mitchell says, "Heidegger."
And they all vanish in a puff of non-being.

Tip your waitress, or not - doesn't matter. Try the veal... though meat is murder. You've been an... audience. G'night.

/I kid!

 

[TigerOfDarkness]

Gary Mitchell, Dr. M'Benga, and Finnegan walk into a bar, buy drinks and look glumly into their glasses.
The bartender says:
"Come on guys, if you think it's tough, I saw Rock Penis in here the other day and he's had to go back to doing Horta Porn!".

 

[ITL]

they all knew the terrible, terrible truth: They would not meet again.

Not in this life.

I get your point, but...

The nearest I came to a point was to subvert a joke format! Beyond that, I had no point to make.

 

[Nerys Myk]

The bartender points to a sign "No Blacks, No Gods, No Irish"

 

[blockaderunner]

Gary Mitchell, Dr. M'Benga, and Finnegan walk into a bar...

..and no one GAVE A SHIT!!!

Obsessive Trekkie: 1966-2009 RIH (Rot In Hell)

 

[The Wormhole]

Gary Mitchell, Dr. M'Benga, and Finnegan walk into a bar looking for a job. They need to go back to menial work since all their friends now have a new movie and neglected to invite them.

Sadly, Mr. Leslie and Lt. Kyle arrived an hour earlier and were hired instead.

Jeez, that sucked.

 

[WendellM]

The bartender points to a sign "No Blacks, No Gods, No Irish"

 

[The Academic]

An infinite number of Vulcans walk into a bar on the Xanthan homeworld. The first one orders a glass of Altair water. The second orders half a glass of Altair water. The third, a quarter of a glass of Altair water. The Bolian bartender says, 'You are all green-blooded, pointy-eared idiots', and pours two glasses of Altair water...