George Costanza
A Friendly Liberal
Some of us old farts still can rock.
It is late on a Friday afternoon. The scene: an upscale jewelry store in downtown Manhattan. Enter a really old guy who has a 23-year-old chick on his arm with huge tits (the chick - not his arm).
"Yes, we'd like to see the most expensive ring you have."
"Yes, SIR." The jewelry store owner brings out a huge diamond rock. "This ring is valued at $74,000.00."
"It's bupkis. I said we wanted to see your most expensive ring. Show it to us, please."
The jewelry store guy goes into the back and opens the safe. "All right, sir. We normally do not even show this ring without armed guards present. This ring is valued at $850,000.00."
"We'll take it," says the old guy.
The girl's eyes are like saucers.
"Very WELL, sir," says JSG. "How do you plan to pay for it?"
"I'm going to write you out a check for the full amount and hand you the check now. You may call my bank tomorrow morning and verify that the check is good. When you have done so, please call me on Monday, and we will be in to pick up the ring."
Next Monday morning, the old guy's phone rings. It's the jeweler. "Sir, there isn't any money in that account."
"I know," says the old guy. "But let me tell you about my weekend . . . "
Moral: Not every old person is senile.
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