
A Funny Thing Happened.....
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Well...if you wouldn't stand for the other one...perhaps you'll stoop for this one...
An Indiana Jones-type named Sam stops in at a bar for a drink.
"Barkeep! Two long-necks, please!"
The bartender places two beers before Sam and returns to wiping glasses. As the bartender is wiping, he observes Sam as he chugs down one beer and pours the other beer into his pant pocket. Placing both empties on the bar, he requests two more.
The bartender, a little curious, fetches and places two more long-necks before Sam and returns to his duties while inconspicuously watching him. Once again he watches Sam down one beer, pour the second into his pocket, and request another round.
Bringing the next round, the bartender's curiosity gets the best of him and he inquires, "Please forgive me sir, but why are you pouring those beers in your pocket?"
After chugging one down and pouring one into his pocket, Sam replies, "Oh, I never drink alone, those beers are for my buddy Roger, he's been my right-hand man for years," and reaching into his pocket, he extracts a tiny, 4" tall figure and stands it on the bar.
Dumbfounded, the bartender exclaims, "You're trying to tell me he's drinking the beer!?!" "The next round's on the house if you can prove it!" he says, setting up two more.
Sam grabs the first beer and chugs it down. Then he picks up the second and tips it to Roger's lips. To the bartender's bewilderment, Roger chugs it right down. The bartender cannot believe his eyes! "WOW! If I hadn't seen it, I'da never believed it, here's another round on the house...can he do anything else?"
After the beers are downed, Sam says, "Of course he can, he's my right-hand man!" Sam takes three dimes out of his bar change, hands them to Roger and says, "Roger, juggle these dimes for the man." Roger juggles the dimes for a few seconds and hands them back to Sam. The bartender is incredulous, and setting up another round asks, "Can he walk!?!"
"Of course he can walk!" (beers are downed) "Roger, take a hike down the bar for the man." Roger trots a couple feet down the bar and returns to his post. The bartender is totally amazed at what he is witnessing and after setting up yet another round, finally inquires, "Can he talk!?!"
"Of course he can talk!" (beers downed) "Roger, tell the man 'bout the time we were in the Amazons and you called that witch doctor a phoney!"
An Indiana Jones-type named Sam stops in at a bar for a drink.
"Barkeep! Two long-necks, please!"
The bartender places two beers before Sam and returns to wiping glasses. As the bartender is wiping, he observes Sam as he chugs down one beer and pours the other beer into his pant pocket. Placing both empties on the bar, he requests two more.
The bartender, a little curious, fetches and places two more long-necks before Sam and returns to his duties while inconspicuously watching him. Once again he watches Sam down one beer, pour the second into his pocket, and request another round.
Bringing the next round, the bartender's curiosity gets the best of him and he inquires, "Please forgive me sir, but why are you pouring those beers in your pocket?"
After chugging one down and pouring one into his pocket, Sam replies, "Oh, I never drink alone, those beers are for my buddy Roger, he's been my right-hand man for years," and reaching into his pocket, he extracts a tiny, 4" tall figure and stands it on the bar.
Dumbfounded, the bartender exclaims, "You're trying to tell me he's drinking the beer!?!" "The next round's on the house if you can prove it!" he says, setting up two more.
Sam grabs the first beer and chugs it down. Then he picks up the second and tips it to Roger's lips. To the bartender's bewilderment, Roger chugs it right down. The bartender cannot believe his eyes! "WOW! If I hadn't seen it, I'da never believed it, here's another round on the house...can he do anything else?"
After the beers are downed, Sam says, "Of course he can, he's my right-hand man!" Sam takes three dimes out of his bar change, hands them to Roger and says, "Roger, juggle these dimes for the man." Roger juggles the dimes for a few seconds and hands them back to Sam. The bartender is incredulous, and setting up another round asks, "Can he walk!?!"
"Of course he can walk!" (beers are downed) "Roger, take a hike down the bar for the man." Roger trots a couple feet down the bar and returns to his post. The bartender is totally amazed at what he is witnessing and after setting up yet another round, finally inquires, "Can he talk!?!"
"Of course he can talk!" (beers downed) "Roger, tell the man 'bout the time we were in the Amazons and you called that witch doctor a phoney!"
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ATD: At The Doctors.
BFF: Best Friend Fell.
BTW: Bring the Wheelchair.
BYOT: Bring Your Own Teeth.
FWIW: Forgot Where I Was.
GGPBL: Gotta Go, Pacemaker Battery Low.
GHA: Got Heartburn Again.
IMHO: Is My Hearing-Aid On?
LMDO: Laughing My Dentures Out.
OMMR: On My Massage Recliner.
OMSG: Oh My! Sorry, Gas!
ROFLACGU: Rolling On Floor Laughing And Can't Get Up.
TTYL: Talk To You Louder
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A group of chess enthusiasts had checked into a hotel, and were standing in the lobby discussing their recent tournament victories. After about an hour, the manager came out of the office and asked them to disperse.
"But why?" they asked, as they moved off.
"Because," he said, "I can't stand chess nuts boasting in an open foyer."

A group of chess enthusiasts had checked into a hotel, and were standing in the lobby discussing their recent tournament victories. After about an hour, the manager came out of the office and asked them to disperse.
"But why?" they asked, as they moved off.
"Because," he said, "I can't stand chess nuts boasting in an open foyer."
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