On Halloween, a tall, slim, elderly man wearing a stovepipe hat, a waistcoat and a phony beard sat down at a bar and ordered a drink.
As the bartender set it down, he asked, “Going to a Halloween party? ”
“Yeah, a costume party,” the man answered, “I’m dressed as my lousy love life.”
“But you look like Abe Lincoln. Where is the connection?” protested the barkeep.
“The connection is that my last four scores were seven years ago.”
