Three steaks walked into a bar.

A filet mignon, a tenderloin, and a rump roast.

The bartender asks for ID, which none have.

"OK, each of you must prove your age. First, you filet mignon."

"How do you propose I do that?" he asks.

"Stand right here." The bartender points him onto a cold frying pan laying behind the bar.

"Now ***** the ***** entirely from end to end." The bartender smiles.

"That's ridiculous!" Says the filet mignon.

"OK, now you" The bartender instructs the tenderloin to get on the pan.

"***** the *****. But this time, do it with a *****."

"*****? If id had ***** I'd of lost a ***** inside of my *****!!!" The tenderloin walks next to the filet mignon, angry.

"OK, you." Bartender says. "Get on the pan, rump roast." Just as he says it a ***** ***** ***** in his *****.