Overheard in the Buckskin Bar tonight (a 65-yr-old feller wise-cracking with the 26-yr-old female bartender):
"I knew you when you had mustard in your pants."
If beer didn't taste so bad, I'd hang out at bars a lot more often. That's where the good stuff happens.
2 comments:
how do you know everyone's age??
drinking beer isn't the only thing happening at the bars!!!
I'm just guessin' at ages . . .
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