An older 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," the man answered, "I'm supposed to
come dressed as my love life."

"But you look like Abe Lincoln." Protested the
barkeep.

"That's right. .... My last four scores were seven
years ago."