I am twenty-five
[ 2006-09-28 08:00 ]
A travelling salesman was
passing through a small town in the West when he saw a little old man sitting in
a rocking chair on the stoop of his house.
The little old man looked so
contented that the salesman couldn't resist going over and talking to him. "You
look as if you don't have a care in the world," the salesman told him. "What is
your formula for a long and happy life?"
"Well," replied the little old
man, "I smoke six packs of cigarettes a day, I drink a quart of bourbon every
four hours and six cases of beer a week. I never wash and I go out every night."
"My goodness," exclaimed the salesman, "that's just great! How old are
you?"
"Twenty-five," was the reply.
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