Old Man John sits down at the bar and orders a drink. He’s wearing a stovepipe hat, a waistcoat, and a phony beard.
The bartender sets John’s drink down and asks, “Going to a party, John?”
“Yeah,” John answers, “I’m supposed to come dressed as my love life.”
“But you look like Abe Lincoln,” argues the barkeep.
“That’s right… My last four scores were seven years ago!”