willywanker
just one man's opinion
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> >A guy walks into a bar and sits down. He starts
> >dialing numbers like there's a telephone in his hand,
> >then puts his palm up against his cheek and begins talking.
> >
> >Suspicious, the bartender walks over and tells him
> >this is a very tough neighborhood and he doesn't
> >need any trouble here. The guy replies, "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 bartender says, "Prove it." The guy holds out
> >his hand for the bartender to see, and sure enough,
> >there's a phone surgically implanted in his palm.
> >
> >He asks the bartender for his home number and
> >dials it up. He then holds his hand next to the
> >bartender's face. The bartender talks into the
> >hand and carries on a conversation with his wife.
> >"That's incredible!" says the bartender. "I would
> >never have believed it!" "Yeah," said the guy, "I
> >can keep in touch with my broker, my wife, conduct
> >business around the world, 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 5, 10, 20 minutes go by and he
> >doesn't return. Fearing the worst given the
> >neighborhood, the bartender goes into the men's
> >room to check on the guy.
> >
> >The guy is spread-eagle up against 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? Are you hurt?" The guy turns and says,
> >"No, no, I'm OK. I'm just waiting for a fax."
> >dialing numbers like there's a telephone in his hand,
> >then puts his palm up against his cheek and begins talking.
> >
> >Suspicious, the bartender walks over and tells him
> >this is a very tough neighborhood and he doesn't
> >need any trouble here. The guy replies, "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 bartender says, "Prove it." The guy holds out
> >his hand for the bartender to see, and sure enough,
> >there's a phone surgically implanted in his palm.
> >
> >He asks the bartender for his home number and
> >dials it up. He then holds his hand next to the
> >bartender's face. The bartender talks into the
> >hand and carries on a conversation with his wife.
> >"That's incredible!" says the bartender. "I would
> >never have believed it!" "Yeah," said the guy, "I
> >can keep in touch with my broker, my wife, conduct
> >business around the world, 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 5, 10, 20 minutes go by and he
> >doesn't return. Fearing the worst given the
> >neighborhood, the bartender goes into the men's
> >room to check on the guy.
> >
> >The guy is spread-eagle up against 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? Are you hurt?" The guy turns and says,
> >"No, no, I'm OK. I'm just waiting for a fax."
