When an attorney went to a bar for a Martini, he found a frail-looking old drunk next to him who kept mumbling and looking at something in his hand.

While the old drunk held the small object up to the light and mumbled, “Well, it looks plastic,” he leaned closer.

He added, “But it feels like rubber,” as he rolled it between his fingers. The lawyer inquired, “What do you have there?” The old alcoholic answered, “I don’t have any idea, however it seems to be plastic and feels like elastic.” “Let me take a look,” was the attorney’s response. So the lawyer took it from the old drunk and rolled it between his fingers before carefully sniffing and licking it.

Yes, it does look and feel like rubber, but it doesn’t have a strong smell or taste, so I’m not sure what it is. Where did you get it?” “Out of my nose!” was the old, drunk man’s response.