Posts Tagged ‘alchohol’

Drunk on the sidewalk

Wednesday, May 27th, 2009

A Good Samaritan was walking home late one night when he came upon this drunk on the sidewalk. Wanting to help, he asked the drunk “do you live here?”

“Yep!”

“Would you like me to help you upstairs?”

“Yep.”

When they got up on the second floor, the good person asked “Is this your floor?”

“Yep.”

Then the Good Samaritan got to think that maybe he didn’t want to face the man’s irate and tired wife because she may think he was the one who got the man drunk. So, he opened the first door he came to and shoved him through it then went back downstairs.

However, when he went back outside, there was another drunk. So he asked that drunk “Do you live here?”
“Yep.”

“Would you like me to help you upstairs?”

“Yep.”

So he did and put him in the same door with the first drunk, Then went back downstairs.

To his surprise, there was another drunk. So he started over toward him. But before he got to him, the drunk staggered over to a policeman and cried “Please officer, save me from this man. He’s been doing nothing all night long but taking me upstairs and throwing me down the elevator shaft!”

12 year old scotch

Wednesday, May 13th, 2009

A man walks into a bar and orders a 12-year-old scotch. The bartender, believing that the customer will not be able to tell the difference, pours him a shot of the cheap 3-year-old house scotch that has been poured into an empty bottle of the good stuff.

The man takes a sip and spits the scotch out on the bar and reams the bartender. “This is the cheapest 3-year-old scotch you can buy. I’m not paying for it. Now, give me a good 12-year-old scotch.”

The bartender, now feeling a bit of a challenge, pours him a scotch of much better quality, 6-year-old scotch. The man takes a sip and spits it out on the bar. “This is only 6-year-old scotch. I won’t pay for this, and I insist on, a good, 12-year-old scotch.”

The bartender finally relents and serves the man his best quality, 12-year-old scotch.

An old drunk from the end of the bar, who has witnessed the entire episode, walks down to the finicky scotch drinker and sets a glass down in front of him and asks, “What do you think of this?”

The scotch expert takes a sip, and in disgust, violently spits out the liquid yelling “Why, this tastes like piss,”

The old drunk replies, “That’s right, now tell me how old I am.”