Three elderly men visit the doctor’s office for a memory test.

Three elderly men visit the doctor’s office for a memory test.

The doctor turns to the first man and asks, “What’s three times three?”

274,” the man replies confidently.

The doctor sighs, looks up at the ceiling, and moves on to the second man.

“Your turn,” he says. “What’s three times three?”

“Tuesday,” the second man replies without hesitation.

Shaking his head in disbelief, the doctor turns to the third man.

“Alright, let’s try you. What’s three times three?”

“Nine,” says the third man.

The doctor lights up. “That’s correct! How did you figure it out?”

“Easy,” the third man replies. “I just subtracted 274 from Tuesday.”

Four retired old men are walking down a street in
Cooktown.

They turned a corner and saw a sign for Oldtimer’s Bar – all drinks 10 cents!

They look at each other and then walk in because they think this is too good to be true.

The old bartender says in a voice that crosses the room,

“Come on in and let me pour you one!” What will it be, gentlemen? ”

There seemed to be a fully stocked bar, so each of the men asked for a martini. In short

order, the bartender served four iced Martinis… shaken, not stirred, and said, ‘That’ll be 10

cents each, please.’

The four men stare at the bartender for a moment. Then look at each other, and they can’t

believe their good luck.
They pay the 40 cents, finish their martinis, and order another round.

Again, four excellent martinis are produced and the bartender repeats, ‘That’s 40 cents,

please..’

They pay the 40 cents, but their curiosity is more than they can stand.

They have each had two Martini and have spent less than a dollar so far.

Finally one of the men says, “How can you afford to serve Martinis as good as these for 10

cents each?’

“I’m a retired tailor from Sydney,” said the bartender, “and I’ve always wanted to own a

bar.” Last year, I hit the lottery for $25 million and decided to open this place. Each drink

costs ten cents – it’s all the same. ”

Impressive!!!! That’s quite a story,’ says one of the men.

The four of them sipped their Martini and couldn’t help but notice seven other people at

the end of the bar who didn’t have drinks in front of them and hadn’t ordered anything all

the time they were there.

One man points to the seven at the end of the bar without drinking and asks the bartender,

‘What’s with them?’

The bartender says, “Oh, they’re all grey nomads from the caravan park, waiting for happy
hour when drinks are half price.’
LOL!!
Hope this joke makes you happy! Have a nice day!!

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