A guy walks into a bar and sits down. He starts dialing numbers…Like a telephone… On his hand and talking into his hand. The bartender walks over and tells him this is a very tough neighborhood and he doesn't need any trouble 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 cellular.” The bartender says “Prove it.” The guy dials up a number and hands his hand to the bartender. The bartender talks into the hand and carries on a 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 return. Fearing the worst given the neighborhood, the bartender goes into the men's room. There is the guy spread-eagle on 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, I'm ok I'm just waiting for a fax.”
I heard but not on msm that the trial of the people who were fighting with the police at Manchester Airport last year has started a day or two ago.
As I started reading that I thought this reminds me of old fax joke I must have first heard that in about 1986
I rarely watch it, but just caught Look North... they have a regular spot called 'mug of the day'.... its a mug, not a person. I know which would be more interesting..
