Interviewing 3 Old Men

Interviewing 3 Old Men

Three old men were sitting on a bench when a reporter approached them. "I wonder if you three would be willing to do an interview and tell me your secret to long life," the reporter asked. The three old men agreed and the reporter asked the first old man his secret to long life.

"I never drank alcohol, I never smoked tobacco and I have been married to the same woman for fifty years."

"That's really remarkable!" said the reporter, "And how old are you?"

"I'm 93," said the first old man.

The second man was asked the same question on his secret to long life. "I drank on occasion, I smoked, but not often and I dated some."

"And how old are you?" asked the reporter.

"I'm 91," said the second old man.

Finally, the reporter approached the third old man and asked his secret to a long life. "I dated every woman that would go out with me, I drank until I passed out and I smoked three packs of cigarettes a day." 

"Wow!" said the reporter, "And how old are you?"

"29," replied the third man.

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What Are You Smuggling?

A young man comes up to the border on his bicycle. He has two large bags over his shoulders. The border guard stops him and says, "What's in the bags?"

"Sand," answers the young man.

The guard is a bit skeptical and asks the young man to turn over the bags for inspection. The guard empties the bags, but finds nothing in them but sand. He detains the young man overnight and has the sand analyzed, only to discover that there is nothing but pure sand in the bags. The young man is released and promptly rides across the border with his sand bags.

A week later, the same young man presents himself at the border. The guard asks, "What have you got?"

"Sand," says the young man.

The guard does his thorough examination and discovers that the bags contain nothing but sand. He gives the sand back to the young man who then rides across the border on his bicycle with the sand bags.

This sequence of events is repeated every week for three years. Finally, the young man no longer appears at the border crossing. Many months go by and the border guard sees the young man in a cafe.

"Hey," says the guard, "For three years you were smuggling something through my crossing station. It's driving me crazy. Just between you and me, what were you smuggling?"

The young man sips his coffee and says, "Bicycles."