Submitted by John Van den Bergh, [email protected]
I keep 12 bottles of Irish whiskey in my cellar, near my grooming table. My wife told me to empty the contents of each and every bottle down the sink “or
else”. So I said I would and proceeded with the unpleasant task.
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 emptied the
good old booze down the sink, except one glass, which I devoured.
I then pulled the cork from the fourth sink and poured the bottle down the glass, which I drank. I then pulled the bottle from the cork of the next and
drank one sink out of it, and threw the rest down the glass. I pulled the sink out of the next glass and poured the cork down the bottle. I then pulled
the next cork from my throat and poured the sink down the bottle and drank the glass. Then I corked the sink with the glass, bottled the drink and
drank the pour.
When I had everything emptied I steadied the house with one hand and counted the bottles and corks and glasses with the other, which were 29. To be sure
I counted them again when they came by and I had 74, and as the house came by, I counted them again. Finally I had all the houses and bottles and corks
and glasses counted, except one house and one bottle, which I drank.
Then I counted my wives, but they disappeared.