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Subject: Four old retired men
Four old retired men are walking down a street in Yuma, Arizona. They turn a
corner and see a sign that says, "Old Timers Bar - ALL drinks 10 cents."
They look at each other and then go in, thinking this is too good to be true.
The old bartender says in a voice that carries across the room, "Come on
in and let me pour one for you!
What'll it be, gentlemen?"
There's a fully stocked bar, so each of these men order a martini.
In no time the bartender serves up four iced martinis shaken, not stirred
and says, "That's 10 cents each, please."
The four guys stare at the bartender for a moment, then at each other. They
can't believe their good luck. They pay the 40 cents, finish their martinis,
and order another round.
Again, four excellent martinis are produced, with the bartender again saying
"That's 40 cents, please."
They pay the 40 cents, but their curiosity gets the better of them. They've
each had two martinis and haven't even spent a dollar yet.
Finally one of them says, "How can you afford to serve martinis as good as
these for a dime apiece?"
"I'm a retired tailor from Phoenix ," the bartender says, "and I always
wanted to own a bar. Last year I hit the Lottery Jackpot for $125 million
and decided to open this place. Every drink costs a dime. Wine, liquor, beer
it's all the same."
"Wow! That's some story!" one of the men says.
As the four of them sip at their martinis, they can't help noticing seven
other people at the end of the bar who don't have any drinks in front of
them and haven't ordered anything the whole time they've been there.
Nodding at the seven at the end of the bar, one of the men asks the
Bartender, "What's with them?"
The bartender says, "They're retired people from Florida. They're waiting
for Happy Hour when drinks are half-price, plus they all have coupons."
Four old retired men are walking down a street in Yuma, Arizona. They turn a
corner and see a sign that says, "Old Timers Bar - ALL drinks 10 cents."
They look at each other and then go in, thinking this is too good to be true.
The old bartender says in a voice that carries across the room, "Come on
in and let me pour one for you!
What'll it be, gentlemen?"
There's a fully stocked bar, so each of these men order a martini.
In no time the bartender serves up four iced martinis shaken, not stirred
and says, "That's 10 cents each, please."
The four guys stare at the bartender for a moment, then at each other. They
can't believe their good luck. They pay the 40 cents, finish their martinis,
and order another round.
Again, four excellent martinis are produced, with the bartender again saying
"That's 40 cents, please."
They pay the 40 cents, but their curiosity gets the better of them. They've
each had two martinis and haven't even spent a dollar yet.
Finally one of them says, "How can you afford to serve martinis as good as
these for a dime apiece?"
"I'm a retired tailor from Phoenix ," the bartender says, "and I always
wanted to own a bar. Last year I hit the Lottery Jackpot for $125 million
and decided to open this place. Every drink costs a dime. Wine, liquor, beer
it's all the same."
"Wow! That's some story!" one of the men says.
As the four of them sip at their martinis, they can't help noticing seven
other people at the end of the bar who don't have any drinks in front of
them and haven't ordered anything the whole time they've been there.
Nodding at the seven at the end of the bar, one of the men asks the
Bartender, "What's with them?"
The bartender says, "They're retired people from Florida. They're waiting
for Happy Hour when drinks are half-price, plus they all have coupons."
New England Home
My husband and I purchased an old home in Northern New York State from two elderly sisters. Winter was fast approaching and I was concerned about the house's lack of insulation. "If they could live here all those years, so can we!" my husband confidently declared.
One November night the temperature plunged to below zero, and we woke up to find interior walls covered with frost. My husband called the sisters to ask how they had kept the house warm. After a rather brief conversation, he hung up.
"For the past 30 years," he muttered, "they've gone to Naples for the winter."
My husband and I purchased an old home in Northern New York State from two elderly sisters. Winter was fast approaching and I was concerned about the house's lack of insulation. "If they could live here all those years, so can we!" my husband confidently declared.
One November night the temperature plunged to below zero, and we woke up to find interior walls covered with frost. My husband called the sisters to ask how they had kept the house warm. After a rather brief conversation, he hung up.
"For the past 30 years," he muttered, "they've gone to Naples for the winter."
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Q: Why did Frosty the snowman want a divorce?
A: Because he thought his wife was a flake
Q: What do you call a snowman in the desert?
A: A puddle!
A: Because he thought his wife was a flake
Q: What do you call a snowman in the desert?
A: A puddle!
Road Signs you will never see in Naples
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