A guy walks into a bar and sits down. He starts dialling

A guy walks into a bar and sits down. He starts dialling numbers…like
a telephone… on his hand, then talking into his hand. The bartender
walks overand tells him this is a very tough neighbourhood 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 inmy 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 talksinto 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 withmy broker,
my wife, you name it. By the way, where is the men’s room?’ The
bartenderdirects him to the men’s room. The guy goes in and 5,
10, 20 minutes go by and hedoesn’t return. Fearing the worst given
the neighbourhood, the bartender goes intothe men’s room. There
is the guy spread-eagled on the wall. His pants are pulled downand
he has a roll of toilet paper up his butt. ‘Oh my god!’ said the
bartender. ‘Didthey rob you? Are you hurt?’ The guy turns to him
and says: ‘No, I’m ok… I’m justwaiting for a fax.

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