The next day, at the bank manager’s office.
M: “Shall we get started then?”
The manager excitedly stood up and took off his belt and pants.
Granny gently reached out for his b@lls while her lawyer witnessed the preposterous sight.
G: “Hmm.. They are indeed round. Not cubes. My mistake.”
M: “Ha! No contest at all. I believe you have my money ready?’
G: “Yes, of course.’
M: “Great! What’s wrong with your lawyer? Why does he keep banging his head on the wall? Is he okay?”
G: “Well, you see, we had a bet. 2 million dollars for an old lady to fondle a bank manager’s b!11s.”
