Welcome to a telecommunications revolution
Tuesday, July 7th, 2009
A guy walks into a bar, orders a drink and sits down.
A couple of minutes later, the bartender sees the guy talking to his hand. Not wanting any of his other customers to beat this guy up, the bartender walks over and tells the guy to stop talking to his hand.
“But I got a cell phone implanted in my hand, bartender!” Sure enough, the guy has a phone implanted in his hand.
“Well, put it away before you get beaten up,” says the bartender.
This guy finishes his drink and goes to the washroom. When he doesn’t come out, the bartender gets worried and goes looking for this guy.
He finds him in the washroom with a toilet paper roll shoved up his ass.
“I told you,” says the bartender.
“Oh, I’m fine,” says the guy, “just waiting for a fax!”
A couple of minutes later, the bartender sees the guy talking to his hand. Not wanting any of his other customers to beat this guy up, the bartender walks over and tells the guy to stop talking to his hand.
“But I got a cell phone implanted in my hand, bartender!” Sure enough, the guy has a phone implanted in his hand.
“Well, put it away before you get beaten up,” says the bartender.
This guy finishes his drink and goes to the washroom. When he doesn’t come out, the bartender gets worried and goes looking for this guy.
He finds him in the washroom with a toilet paper roll shoved up his ass.
“I told you,” says the bartender.
“Oh, I’m fine,” says the guy, “just waiting for a fax!”
