Cellar Full of Whiskey
I had eighteen bottles of whiskey in my cellar and was told by my sister to
empty the contents of each and every bottle down the sink, or else... 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 then withdrew the cork from the second bottle and
did likewise with it, with the exception of one glass, which I drank. I
then
withdrew the cork from the third bottle and poured the whiskey down the
sink
which I drank. I pulled the cork from the fourth bottle down the sink and
poured the bottle down the glass, which I drank. I 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. 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, counted the glasses, corks, bottles, and sinks with the other, which
were twenty-nine, and as the houses came by I counted them again, and
finally I had all the houses in one bottle, which I drank. I'm not under
tha
affluence of incohol as some tinkle peep I am. I'm not half as thunk as you
might drink. I fool so feelish I don't know who is me, and the drunker I
stand here, the longer I get.