IRS
- To: M*@webtv.net, hosta-open@mallorn.com
- Subject: IRS
- From: L*@aol.com
- Date: Tue, 25 Jan 2000 21:32:43 EST
> >> > The local bar was so sure that its bartender was the strongest man
> >>around 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 (weight-lifters, longshoremen, etc.)
> but
> >>nobody could do it.
> >> >
> >> > One day this scrawny little man came into the bar, 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 said OK, grabbed a
> >>lemon, and squeezed away. Then he 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 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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