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A Hi-Tech Guy A guy walks into a bar and sits down. He starts dialing numbers...
like a telephone... on his hand, then 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 to him and says, "No, I'm ok... I'm just waiting for a fax."
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