As he passes through the swinging doors, he spots a sign hanging over the bar that reads:
She glides down behind the bar to the old golfer. Yes? she inquires with a wide, knowing smile. May I help you sir?
The old golfer leans over the bar and whispers, I was wondering young lady, are you the one who gives the hand-jobs around here?
She looks into his wrinkled eyes and with a wide smile purrs,Yes sir, I sure am.
The old golfer leans in even closer and into her left ear says softly, Well then, be sure to wash your hands real good, because I want a cheeseburger.
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