SATICHE - 0475

The affluence of incohol

I had twelve bottles in my cellar and was told by my wife to empty the contents of each and every bottle down the sink .... or else!. So I said I would and proceeded with 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 pulled the cork from the second bottle and did likewise with the exception of one glass, which I drank.

I then withdrew the cork from the third bottle and poured the whisky down the sink, which I drank. I extracted 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 steaded the house with one hand, counted the glass, corks, bottles and sinks with the other, which were 29, and as the house came by, I counted them again until finally, I had all the houses in one bottle, which I drank.

I'm not under the affluance of incohol but some thinkle peep I am. I'm not half so thunk as you might drink. I fool so feelish that I do'nt know who is me and the drunker I stand here, the longer I get.