I met my Myrtle almost 37 years ago at "The Old Martha Grimes Pub" and she caught my eye right away. Ever time I have a few, my fake eye pops out, especially when a busty lady sits beside me.
I also lose control of my tongue and mind.
"Thank you for catching my eye. I lost it in the wart..wart..uh, war."
"So I'm talking to a hero?"
Yep. Have another eye and scotch."
"I will, then I better drive you home. Make it a big one without the eye, bartender. Let me ask you something, Mister. Look at my drink. Do you see it as half empty or half full?
"Well, I g-guess I see you as half naked."
"And we still got together now for almost 40 years.