A man walks into a bar, sits down on a bench and orders a cold one. He swigs down the beer, looks in his pocket, cringes and orders another. He gulps down that one, looks in his pocket again, cringes and orders yet another one.
This goes on for at least an hour and a half. Finally the bartender, bursting with curiosity, says, “I know it’s none of my business buddy, but I have to ask. Why the whole “drink, look in pocket, cringe and order another one” routine?” “Well,” slurred the man, “There’s a picture of my wife in my pocket. When she starts to look good, then it’s time for me to go home.”
Related Posts
admin
·
December 19, 2025
·
The identities of three others who died in Thursday’s plane crash that killed retired NASCAR driver Greg Biffle and his family have been disclosed in a joint statement released by the…
admin
·
December 19, 2025
·
The crash of Greg Biffle’s private plane in North Carolina ended not only the life of a 55‑year‑old NASCAR star, but an entire young family’s future. State…
admin
·
December 19, 2025
·
In the quiet that follows a tragedy, the details feel almost too sharp to touch. A plane registered to Greg Biffle crashed while attempting to land at…
admin
·
December 19, 2025
·
Power, especially in American politics, is usually framed as noise—chants, headlines, indictments, counterattacks. Yet the moment that now haunts Trump’s orbit unfolded in near-total quiet, carried across…
admin
·
December 19, 2025
·
Bill Clinton’s recovery video is less a political statement than a human one. He appears visibly frail, but deliberate, insisting he intends to stay and “do the…
admin
·
December 19, 2025
·
More than half a century after it first aired, Gilligan’s Island continues to feel surprisingly fresh. The sitcom’s original run was brief—just three seasons in the mid-1960s—but constant reruns…