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> A Professional Gambler |
During the Great Depression, there was
a man who walked into a bar one day. He went up to the bartender
and said, "Bartender, I'd like to buy the house a round of
drinks."
The bartender
said, "That's fine, but we're in the middle of the Depression,
so I'll need to see some money first."
The guy pulled
out a huge wad of bills and set them on the bar. The bartender can't
believe what he's seeing. "Where did you get all that money?"
asked the bartender.
"I'm a
professional gambler," replied the man.
The bartender
said, "There's no such thing! I mean, your odds are fifty-fifty
at best, right?"
"Well,
I only bet on sure things," said the guy.
"Like what?"
asked the bartender.
"Well,
for example, I'll bet you fifty dollars that I can bite my right
eye," he said.
The bartender
thought about it. "Okay," he said.
So, the guy
pulled out his false right eye and bit it. "Aw, you screwed
me," said the bartender, and paid the guy his $50.
"I'll give
you another chance. I'll bet you another fifty dollars that I can
bite my left eye," said the stranger.
The bartender
thought again and said, "Well, I know you're not blind, I mean,
I watched you walk in here. I'll take that bet." So, the guy
pulled out his false teeth and bit his left eye.
"Aw, you
screwed me again!" protested the bartender.
"That's
how I win so much money, bartender. I'll just take a bottle of your
best scotch in lieu of the fifty dollars," said the man.
With that, the
guy went to the back room and spent the better part of the night
playing cards with some of the locals. After many hours of drinking
and card playing, he stumbled up to the bar. Drunk as a skunk, he
said, "Bartender, I'll give you one last chance. I'll bet you
five hundred dollars that I can stand on this bar on one foot and
piss into that whiskey bottle on that shelf behind you without spilling
a drop."
The bartender
once again pondered the bet. The guy couldn't even stand up straight
on two feet, much less one. "Okay, you're on," he said.
The guy climbed
up on the bar, stood on one leg, and began pissing all over the
place. He hit the bar, the bartender, himself, but not a drop made
it into the whiskey bottle.
The bartender
was ecstatic. Laughing, the bartender said, "Hey pal, you owe
me five hundred dollars!"
The guy climbed
down off the bar and said, "That's okay. I just bet each of
the guys in the card room a thousand bucks each that I could piss
all over you and the bar and still make you laugh!"
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