A businessman entered a tavern, sat down at the bar, and ordered a double martini on the rocks. After he finished his drink, he peeked inside his shirt pocket, then ordered the bartender to prepare another.
After he finished that drink, he again looked inside his shirt pocket, and ordered the bartender to bring a third double martini.
With his curiosity aroused, the bartender said, "Look, buddy, I'll bring ya' martinis all night long - but you gotta tell me why you look inside your shirt pocket, before you order a refill."
The customer replied, "I'm peeking at a photo of my wife. When she starts to look good, I know it's time to go home."
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2 comments:
That's a much better alternative to viagra. I mean, at least if you don't get laid you're still drunk. I'd rather be drunk than laid anyway. That's obvious I'm sure.
I'll bet the wife is fucking the mailman.
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