The local pub was so confident that its bartenderbarman was the strongest man around that they offered a standing €1000 betun pari permanent de €1000. The bartenderbarman would squeeze a lemonpresser un citron until all the juice ran into a glass and then hand the lemon to a patronclient ↔habitué. Anyone who could squeeze out one more drop of juice would win the money.
Many had tried over time—weight-liftershaltérophiles, longshoremendockers, and others—but none succeeded. One day, a scrawnymaigrichon little man in a polyester suitcostard and thick glasses entered the pub. In a squeaky voicevoix aiguë, he said, “I’d like to try the betle pari.”
After the laughterrires had died downse calmé, the bartenderbarman said, “Alright,” grabbed a lemonprit un citron, and squeezed until no more juice remained. He handed the wrinkledridé rindécorce to the little man.
The crowd’s laughterrires turned to silence as the man clenched his fistserra le poing around the lemon, and six drops of juice fell into the glass. The crowd cheered, and the bartenderbarman paid the €1000. Curious, he asked, “What do you do for a living? Are you a lumberjackbûcheron, a weight-lifterhaltérophile, or what?”
The man replied, “I’m an HMRC inspectorun agent du fisc.”
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