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 of the lemon would win the
money.
Many people had tried over time (weightlifters, longshoremen,
etc.) but nobody could do it.
One day a scrawny little man came in,
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 weightlifter, or what?"
The man replied, "I work
for the IRS."
[Mother Shiptons Prophecy] [Poetry]
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