Tarheelpj
05-03-2008, 03:45 AM
The local bar was so sure its bartender was the strongest
manaround that they offered a standing $1000 bet. The
bartender would squeeze a lemon until all the juice ran
into a glass, and hand the lemon to a patron. Anyone who
could squeeze one more drop of juice out would win the
money.
Many people had tried over time, including the
professional
wrestlers and bodybuilders, but nobody could do it. One
day
a scrawny little man came in, wearing a tie and a pair of
pants hiked up past his belly button.
He said in a squeaky annoying voice, "I'd like to try
the bet." Even the hillbilly chicks burst into laughter.
After the laughter had died down, the bartender said,
"Ok,"grabbed a lemon, and squeezed away. He then handed
the 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 did you do for a living? Are you a lumberjack,
weight lifter, or what?"
The man replied, "I work for the IRS
manaround that they offered a standing $1000 bet. The
bartender would squeeze a lemon until all the juice ran
into a glass, and hand the lemon to a patron. Anyone who
could squeeze one more drop of juice out would win the
money.
Many people had tried over time, including the
professional
wrestlers and bodybuilders, but nobody could do it. One
day
a scrawny little man came in, wearing a tie and a pair of
pants hiked up past his belly button.
He said in a squeaky annoying voice, "I'd like to try
the bet." Even the hillbilly chicks burst into laughter.
After the laughter had died down, the bartender said,
"Ok,"grabbed a lemon, and squeezed away. He then handed
the 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 did you do for a living? Are you a lumberjack,
weight lifter, or what?"
The man replied, "I work for the IRS