An old man walked into a bar wearing a stovepipe hat, a waistcoat and a phony beard. He sat down and ordered a drink.

As the bartender set it down, he asked, "Going to a party?"

"Yeah," the man answered, "I'm supposed to come dressed as my love life."

"But you look like Abe Lincoln," protested the barkeep.

"That's right," the man said, "My last four scores were seven years ago."