The local bar was so sure its bartender was the strongest man around that they offered a standing $1000 bet. The bartender would squeeze a lemon until all the juice ran into a glass, and hand the lemon to a patron. Anyone who could squeeze one more drop of juice out would win the money. Many people had tried over time, including the<br />professional wrestlers and bodybuilders, but nobody could do it. <br /><br />One day a scrawny little man came in, wearing a tie and a pair of pants hiked up past his belly button.<br /> <br />He said in a squeaky annoying voice, "I'd like to try the bet." Even the hillbilly chick burst into laughter. After the laughter had died down, the bartender said, "Ok," grabbed a lemon, and squeezed away. He then handed the wrinkled remains of the rind to the little man. But<br />the crowd's laughter turned to total silence as the man clenched his fist around the lemon and six drops fell into the glass. <br /><br />As the crowd cheered, the bartender paid the $1000, and asked the little man, "What <br />did you do for a living? Are you a lumberjack, weight lifter, or what?"<br /> <br />The man replied, "I work for the IRS."
Ain't that the truth