As he passes through the swing doors,
he spots a sign hanging over the bar that reads:
COLD BEER: $ 3.50
HAMBURGER: $ 7.00
CHEESEBURGER: $ 8.50
CHICKEN SANDWICH : $ 8.50
HAND JOB: $ 35.00
COLD BEER: $ 3.50
HAMBURGER: $ 7.00
CHEESEBURGER: $ 8.50
CHICKEN SANDWICH : $ 8.50
HAND JOB: $ 35.00
Checking his wallet to be sure he has the necessary money, the old golfer walks up to the bar and beckons to the exceptionally attractive female bartender who is serving drinks to a couple of other sun-wrinkled golfers.
She glides down behind the bar to the old golfer.
“Yes?” she inquires with a broad smile. “May I help you, Sir?”
The old golfer leans over the bar and whispers, “I was wondering young lady, are you the one who gives the hand-jobs around here?”
She looks into his eyes and with an even wider smile, purrs,
“Yes?” she inquires with a broad smile. “May I help you, Sir?”
The old golfer leans over the bar and whispers, “I was wondering young lady, are you the one who gives the hand-jobs around here?”
She looks into his eyes and with an even wider smile, purrs,
“Yes, Sir, I certainly am.”
The old golfer leans in even closer and whispers into her left ear,
“Well, then, be sure to wash your hands real good, because I want a chicken sandwich.”
