Last four scores

Old Man John sits down at the bar and orders a drink. He’s wearing a stovepipe hat, a waistcoat, and a phony beard.

The bartender sets John’s drink down and asks, “Going to a party, John?”

“Yeah,” John answers, “I’m supposed to come dressed as my love life.”

“But you look like Abe Lincoln,” argues the barkeep.

“That’s right… My last four scores were seven years ago!”