DRUNKEN SCOT
>> Late one Friday night the policeman spotted a man driving >> very erratically through the streets of Dublin. They pulled the man >> over and asked him if he had been drinking that evening. >> "Aye, so I have. 'Tis Friday, you know, so me and the lads >> stopped by the pub where I had six or seven pints. And then >> there was something called "Happy Hour" and they served >> these mar-gar-itos which are quite good. I had four or five o' those. >> Then I had to drive me friend Mike home and O' course I had to >> go in for a couple of Guiness - couldn't be rude, ye know. Then I >> stopped on the way home to get another bottle for later .." And >> the man fumbled around in his coat until he located his bottle of >> whiskey, which he held up for inspection. >> The officer sighed, and said, "Sir, I'm afraid I'll need you to step >> out of the car and take a breathalyzer test." >> Indignantly, the man said, "Why? Don't ye believe me?"