An old man walks up to the counter of a pawn shop with an old, weathered guitar

An old man walks up to the counter of a pawn shop with an old, weathered guitar: “I’d like your expert opinion on this guitar. How much do you think it’s worth?” asks the old man.
The pawnbroker looks it up and down.

“Well, I can tell right now that there’s a little warping in the neck, the lacquer is faded, and there are scratches and dents all over it. It’s an old, well-played guitar, but I don’t think it’s worth any more than twenty bucks.”

The old man reaches his hand out and says.

“Okay, if that’s what you think it’s worth, you have a deal!”

“Great!” Replies the pawnbroker, shaking his hand.

“Here’s twenty bucks.” Says the old man.

“I’ll buy it right now!”

The broker stops and suddenly looks confused.

“Wait, buy?” He asks.

“Yes!” Smiles the old man as he flips the guitar over.

“This one has a sticker price of $150, but now that I have your honest opinion, I think twenty bucks is a great deal.”

LOL!!

Hope this joke will make you smile! Have a nice day!!

An Old Man Who Just Moved To Montana.
An old cowboy who has just moved from Texas to Montana walks into a bar and orders three mugs of Bud.

He sits in the back of the room, drinking a sip out of each one in turn.

When he finishes them, he comes back to the bar and orders three more.

The bartender approaches and tells the old cowboy, “You know, a mug goes flat after I draw it. It would taste better if you bought one at a time.

The old man replies, “Well, I have two brothers. One is in Arizona, the other in Colorado. When we all left our home in Texas, we promised to drink this way to remember the days we drank together. That’s why I drink a beer for each of my brothers and one for myself.”

The bartender admits that this is a nice custom and leaves it there.

The old man becomes a regular at the bar and always drinks the same way.

He orders three mugs and drinks them in turn.

One day, he comes in and only orders two mugs.

All the regulars take notice and fall silent.

When he comes back to the bar for the second round, the bartender says, “I don’t want to intrude on your grief, but I wanted to offer my condolences on your loss.”

The old man looks quite confused for a moment, then light dawns in his eyes and he laughs.

“Oh, no, everybody’s just fine,” he explains.

“It’s just that my wife and I joined the Baptist Church and I had to quit drinking.”

“It hasn’t affected my brothers, though.”

LOL!!

Hope this joke will make you smile! Have a nice day!!

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