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Some very common
traits in two drunks
A man stumbles
up to the only other patron in a
bar and asks if he could buy him
a drink. "Why of course," comes
the reply.
The first man then asks: "Where
are you from?"
"I'm from Ireland," replies the
second man.
The first man responds: "You
don't say, I'm from Ireland too!
Let's have another round to
Ireland."
"Of course," replies the second
man.
I'm curious, the first man then
asks: "Where in Ireland are you
from?"
"Dublin," comes the reply.
"I can't believe it," says the
first man. "I'm from Dublin too!
Let's have another drink to
Dublin."
"Of course," replies the second
man.
Curiosity again strikes and the
first man asks: "What school did
you go to?"
"Saint Mary's," replies the
second man, "I graduated in
'62."
"This is unbelievable!", the
first man says. "I went to Saint
Mary's and I graduated in '62,
too!"
About that time in comes one of
the regulars and sits down at
the bar. "What's been going on?"
he asks the bartender.
"Nothing much," replies the
bartender. "The O'Kinly twins
are drunk again." |
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A drunk orders
himself a
beer
A man walks into the
front door of a bar. He is
obviously drunk. he staggers up
to the bar, seats himself on a
stool, and with a belch, asks
the bartender for a drink.
The bartender politely informs
the man that it appears that he
has already had plenty to
drink--he could not be served
additional liquor at this bar
but could get a cab called for
him.
The drunk is briefly surprised
then softly scoffs, grumbles,
climbs down off the bar stool,
and staggers out the front door.
A few minutes later, the same
drunk stumbles in the side door
of the bar. He wobbles up to the
bar and hollers for a drink. The
bartender comes over, and still
politely--but more firmly
refuses service to the man due
to his inebriation. Again, the
bartender offers to call a cab
for him.
The drunk looks at the bartender
for a moment angrily, curses,
and shows himself out the side
door, all the while grumbling
and shaking his head.
A few minutes later, the same
drunk bursts in through the back
door of the bar. He plops
himself up on a bar stool,
gathers his wits, and
belligerently orders a drink.
The bartender comes over and
emphatically reminds the man
that he is clearly drunk, will
be served no drinks, and either
a cab or the police will be
called immediately.
The surprised drunk looks at the
bartender and in hopeless
anguish, cries "Man! How many
bars do you work at?"
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