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While sitting in the bar an older gentleman found a hole in his pocket. Coming up with an idea he pulled the pocket out and cut off the end and then tucked the remainder back into his pants.
Soon a fine looking young lady stepped to the bar to order a drink and he saw his chance! Curling his fingers a bit he turned and asked as nicely as possible, "Maam my poor old hands are stove up with arthritis and I need you to reach down in my poket and get my chewing tobacco out for me if you would!"
As she reached into the pocket and felt around a smile crept across her face and she withdrew her hand, "Mister", she said, "you are about out of tobacco!!"
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