Three brothers age 92, 94 and 96 live in a house together.

Three brothers, ages 92, 9,4, and 96, live in a house together.

One night, the 96-year-old draws a bath, puts his foot in, and pauses.

He yells down the stairs, “Was I getting in or out of the bath?”

The 94-year-old yells, “I don’t know, I’ll come up and see.”

He starts up the stairs and pauses, then yells, “Was I going up the stairs or coming down?”

The 92-year-old was sitting at the kitchen table, having coffe,e listening to his brothers.

He shakes his head and says, “I sure hope I never get that forgetful.”

He knocks on wood for good luck.

He then yells, “I’ll come up and help both of you as soon as I see who’s at the door.”

Four Retired Old Men Are Walking Down A Street
Four retired old men are walking down a street in Cooktown. They turned a corner and saw a sign for Oldtimer’s Bar – all drinks for 10 cents!

They look at each other and then walk in because they think this is too good to be true.

The old bartender says in a voice that crosses the room, “Come on in and let me pour you one!” What will it be, gentlemen? ”

There seemed to be a fully stocked bar, so each man asked for a martini. In short order, the bartender served four iced Martinis… shaken, not stirred, and said, ‘That’ll be 10 cents each, please.’

The four men stare at the bartender for a moment. Then look at each other, and they can’t believe their good luck.

They pay the 40 cents, finish their martinis, and order another round.

Again, four excellent martinis are produced and the bartender repeats, ‘That’s 40 cents, please..’

They pay the 40 cents, but their curiosity is more than they can stand.

They have each had two Martini and have spent less than a dollar so far.

Finally, one of the men says, “How can you afford to serve Martinis as good as these for 10 cents each?’

“I’m a retired tailor from Sydney,” said the bartender, “and I’ve always wanted to own a bar.” Last year, I hit the lottery for $25 million and decided to open this place. Each drink costs ten cents – it’s all the same. ”

Impressive!!!! That’s quite a story,’ says one of the men.

The four of them sipped their Martini and couldn’t help but notice seven other people at the end of the bar who didn’t have drinks in front of them and hadn’t ordered anything all the time they were there.

One man points to the seven at the end of the bar without drinking and asks the bartender, ‘What’s with them?’

The bartender says, “Oh, they’re all grey nomads from the caravan park, waiting for happy hour when drinks are half price.’

LOL!!

Hope this joke makes you happy! Have a nice day!!

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