A GUY WALKS INTO A BAR AND SAYS TO THE BARTENDER, “I WANT A 12-YEAR-OLD SCOTCH, AND DON’T TRY TO FOOL ME BECAUSE I CAN TELL THE DIFFERENCE.”
THE BARTENDER IS SKEPTICAL AND DECIDES TO TRY TO TRICK THE MAN WITH A 5-YEAR-OLD SCOTCH. THE MAN TAKES A SIP, SCOWIS, AND SAYS, “HEY BARTENDER! THIS CRAP IS 5-YEAR-OLD SCOTCH.I TOLD YOU THAT I WANTED A 12-YEAR-OLD.”
THE BARTENDER WON’T GIVE UP AND TRIES ONCE MORE, THIS TIME WITH AN 8-YEAR-OLD SCOTCH. THE MAN TAKES A SIP, GRIMACES, AND SAYS, “BARTENDER, I DO NOT WANT 8-YEAR-OLD SCOTCH LIKE THIS FILTH. GIVE ME A 12-YEAR-OLD SCOTCH OR I’LL LEAVE!”
IMPRESSED, THE BARTENDER GIVES HIM THE 12-YEAR-OLD SCOTCH ON THE HOUSE. THE MAN TAKES A SIP AND SIGHS,
“AH, NOW THAT’S THE REAL THING.”
A DISGUSTING, UGLY, GRIMY, STINKING DRUNK HAS BEEN WATCHING ALL THIS WITH GREAT INTEREST. HE STUMBLES OVER AND SETS A GLASS DOWN IN FRONT OF THE MAN AND SAYS, “HEY, I THINK THAT’S REALLY FAR OUT WHAT YOU CAN DO. TRY THIS ONE.”
THE MAN TAKES A SIP AND IMMEDIATELY SPITS OUT THE LIQUID AND CRIES, “YECHHH! THIS STUFF TASTES LIKE PISS!”
THE DRUNK’S EYES LIGHT UP AND HE SAYS, “SO HOW OLD AM L?”
