Many people had tried over time (weight lifters,
longshoremen, etc.), but nobody could do it.
One day this scrawny little man came in, wearing thick
glasses and a polyester suit, and said in a tiny, squeaky voice, "I'd like to try the bet."
After the laughter had died down, the bartender agreed,
grabbed a lemon, and squeezed away. Then he handed the
dried, wrinkled remains of the rind to the little man.
But the crowd's laughter turned to total silence as the
man clenched his fist around the lemon and six drops
fell into the glass.
As the crowd cheered, the bartender paid the $1000,
and asked the little man, "What do you do for a living?
Are you a lumberjack, a weight lifter, or what?"
The man replied, "I work for the IRS."
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