A Guy Walks Into A Bar And Sits Down

A guy walks into a bar and sits down. After a few

minutes, he starts dialing numbers… like a

telephone…but on the back of his hand. He then flips

his hand over, and starts talking into the palm of his

hand. The bartender walks over and tells him this is a

very tough neighborhood and he doesn’t need any

trouble from weirdos here. The guy says, “”You don’t

understand. I’m very hi-tech. I had a phone installed

in my hand because I was tired of carrying the


The bartender says “”Prove it!””, so the guy dials up a

number and hands his hand to the bartender. The

bartender talks into the hand and carries on a brief

conversation. “”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, 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


Fearing the worst, given the violence in the

neighborhood, the bartender goes into the men’s room.

The guy is spread-eagle against the wall. His pants

are pulled down and he has a roll of toilet paper

shoved up his butt. “”Oh my god!”” said the bartender.

“”Did the locals rob you? Are you hurt?”” The guy

casually turns around, and says: “”No, I’m OK. I’m just

waiting for a fax.””


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