Vintage.
A patron in a bar demands a shot
of scotch and says it must be twelve year old.
The barman serves a two year thinking not
a chance he'll know the age of what I’ve sold.
The patron spits it out and shouts “You bozo!
I said a twelve year old— still unimpressed
the barman serves a six year but no go;
the patron has the same reaction, lest
he’s sued the barman serves the proper year.
Satisfied at last the patron drinks.
O’Brien who watched, sends down a drink saying “Here
drink this mishter tell me what ye thinks”.
“It tastes like piss” the patron shoots back “Why”
“It ish” O’Brien says “Now, how old am I?”
Jim Hayes
[This message has been edited by Jim Hayes (edited July 12, 2002).]
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