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Date: Tue, 14 Jan 1997 10:41:43 -0500
From: mrowland@alleg.edu, Dan Farrell <dfarrell@capitolnet.com>
To: withheld@withheld.net
Subject: Fwd: Re: joke
To: Dan_Farrell@cbcnet.withheld.net (Dan Farrell)
From: Mike Rowland <mrowland@alleg.edu>
Subject: Re: joke
Date: Tue, 14 Jan 97 09:07:50 -0500
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A guy walks into a bar and sits down. He starts dialing numbers...like
a telephone on his hand and talking into his hand. The bar tender walks
over and tells him that this is a very tough neighborhood and he
doesn't need any trouble here. The guy says, you don't understand;
I'm very hi-tech. I had a phone installed in my hand because I was
tired of carrying the cellular. The bar tender says prove it. The
guy dials up a number and hands his hand to the bar tender. The
bartender talks into the hand and carries on a conversation. That's
incredible, says the bartender, I would never believe it! Yeah,
said the guy, I'm really very hi-tech. I can keep in touch with my
broker, my wife,you name it!
By the way, where is the men's room? The bartender directs him to the
men's room. The guy goes in and doesn't come out for the longest
time. Fearing the worst given the tough neighborhood, the bartender
goes into the men's room. There is the guy... he is spread-eagle
on the wall...
his pants are pulled down and he has a roll of toilet paper up his butt.
"Oh my god, said the bartender, did they rob you? How much did
they get?"
The guy turns and says: "No, no,... I'm just waiting for a fax!"