The bartender would squeeze a lemon until the juice ran into a glass, and hand the lemon to a patron. Anyone who could squeeze one more drop of juice out would win the money.
Many people had tried over time (weight lifters, truck drivers, etc.) but nobody could do it. One day this scrawny little man with PF hobbled into the bar, wearing thick glasses and a polyester suit, and said in a tiny squeaky voice, 'I'd like to try the bet.'
After the laughter had died down, the bartender said OK, grabbed a lemon and squeezed away. Then he handed the wrinkled remains of the rind to the little man with PF.
But the crowd's laughter turned to TOTAL SILENCE as the man clenched his fist around the lemon and SIX DROPS fell into the glass.
As the crowd cheered, the bartender paid the $1,000, and asked the little man with PF, 'What do you do for a living? Are you a lumberjack, a weight-lifter, or what?'
Shifting to his better foot, the man replied, 'I work for the IRS.'