I bought twelve bottles of cheap whisky but was told by my teetotal wife to empty each bottle down the sink, or else…!
I protested but did what I was told….
I withdrew the cork from the first bottle and poured the contents down the sink with the exception of one glass, which I drank.
I extracted the cork from the second bottle and did likewise, with the exception of one glass, which I drank.
I then withdrew the cork from the third bottle and poured the whisky down the sink, with the exception of one glass, which I drank.
I pulled the cork from the fourth sink and poured the bottle down the glass which I drank; pulled the bottle from the cork of the next and drank one sink out of it and threw ther rest down the glass.
I pulled the sink out of the next glass and poured the cork from the bottle.
Then I corked the sink with the glass, bottled the drank and drinked the pour. When I had every one emptied, I steadied the house with one hand, counted the bottles, corks, and glasses, and sinks with the other, which were 29, and as the house came by I counted them again and finally had all the houses in one bottle which I drank.
I was not under tho alcofluence of incohol, as some theople pink I was.
I was not as thunk as you might drink.
I felt so feelish, I didn’t know who was me, and the drunker I stood thero the longer I got. Hic!
