I had eighteen bottles of whiskey in the cellar and my
wife insisted I empty
the contents of each bottle down the sink, or else...
After careful
consideration, I reluctantly agreed and finally
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.
Then, I 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 the
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.
I'm not drunk you shilly sit!
