I went out for a few drinks the other night, and was standing at the bar minding my own business, when this ugly woman came up behind me.
She grabbed my rear and said, “You’re kind of cute. Have you got a phone number?”
I said, “Yeah, you got a pen?”
She said, “Yeah, I got a pen.”
I burst her bubble (and then some) by respondng with: “Well, you had better get back in it before the farmer misses you.”
That cost me 6 stitches and a black eye, but to see the look on her face, it was worth it.
At my age, I really don’t care any more.