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It was a slow Tuesday at Earl\u2019s Garage Pub, a place where the floor creaked louder than the regulars’ knees.<\/p>\n
Joe and Frank, best friends since the Eisenhower era, sat at their usual corner, sipping something brown and suspiciously unlabeled.<\/p>\n
\u201cHey Joey,\u201d Frank leaned in with a smirk, \u201chow\u2019s your s*x life these days?\u201d<\/p>\n
Joe sighed dramatically and pointed to his drink.<\/p>\n
\u201cSame as this bottle of Coke,\u201d he said.<\/p>\n
\u201cStarted off classic, got a little light\u2026 and now? It\u2019s zero, baby.\u201d<\/p>\n
Frank cackled so hard his dentures almost made a break for it.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s better than mine,\u201d Frank snorted. \u201cLast time we had a spark, the smoke alarm called 911.\u201d<\/p>\n
Joe raised his glass. \u201cTo passion, arthritis, and memory foam.\u201d<\/p>\n
Frank clinked his glass. \u201cAnd to never drinking actual Coke again. Too many memories.\u201d<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
It was a slow Tuesday at Earl\u2019s Garage Pub, a place where the floor creaked louder than the regulars’ knees. Joe and Frank, best friends since the Eisenhower era, sat at their usual corner, sipping something brown and suspiciously unlabeled. \u201cHey Joey,\u201d Frank leaned in with a smirk, \u201chow\u2019s your s*x life these days?\u201d Joe<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":25748,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[33],"tags":[],"class_list":{"0":"post-25746","1":"post","2":"type-post","3":"status-publish","4":"format-standard","5":"has-post-thumbnail","7":"category-joke"},"yoast_head":"\n