So, the bouncer in a local pub was a bodybuilder and built like a brick outhouse, and his party trick was to squeeze a lemon till it was so dry that not another drop of juice could be wrung from it.Not one to miss a trick, the pub’s owner started a contest offering £100 to anyone who could squeeze another drop from a lemon after the bouncer had done with it.
Word got around, and business was booming as all the local heavies came in to give it a try, but nobody could do better than the bouncer.
After about six weeks, a wee guy came in for a pint, saw the notice about the contest and said “I’ll have a go at that!” The locals laughed, this guy was about five foot nothing and must’ve weighed about six stone soaking wet, but he was serious, so the bouncer came in, squeezed a lemon to within an inch of its life and passed what was left of it to the wee fella.
All was quiet as the wee guy started to squeeze…. and squeeze…. and then, after a full minute, not one but FOUR drops of juice dripped out of that lemon.
The punters went mad, they clapped and cheered and couldn’t believe what they’d just seen.
As the pub owner presented him with his cash he said to the wee guy “That was incredible! How’d you do it? Are you an arm-wrestler?”
“No”.
“A secret body-builder?”
“No, nothing like that”.
“Well, what DO you do then??”
He said “I’m a tax inspector with HMRC…….”
Anyone have late onset msa slow progression with ataxia and autonomic disorder? 
Frustrating afternoon
