The bartender obliges him.
The guy looks into his wallet and says, "Give me two more beers."
So the bartender gives him two more beers. The man went on like this until he had put down ten beers, and keeps on going in his wallet and asking for two more beers.
So the bartender asks, "What's in your wallet that you keep looking at?"
So the man opens his wallet and says, "The more I drink, the prettier my wife gets."
"I'm on the road a lot, and my clients are complaining that they can never reach me."
Psychiatrist: "Don't you have a phone in your car?"
Blonde: "That was a little too expensive, so I did the next best thing. I put a mailbox in my car."
Psychiatrist: "Uh ... How's that working?"
Blonde: "Actually, I haven't gotten any letters yet."
Psychiatrist: "And why do you think that is?"
Blonde: "I figure it's because when I'm driving around, my zip code keeps changing."
'Ten bucks?!? What's the gimmick?' she inquired.
'No gimmick,' the man answered. 'My wife died, and in her will she asked that the car be sold and that all the money go to the mailman.'
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