A depressed man walks into a bar, goes up to the bartender, and asks for eleven shots of whisky. Surprised but never the one to turn down money, the bartender lines up the shot glasses and fills them all. Without skipping a beat, the guy downs each shot, one after the other.
As he finishes the 11th shot, the bartender says to him "Hey buddy, slow down! Why are you drinking so fast?"
"I'm depressed. Today I had my first bl@wj@b."
The bartender says "Hey man, that's nothing to be depressed about. Here..." He starts to pour another shot.... "Have the 12th one on me!"
The man says "No thanks. If 11 shots didn't get the taste out of my mouth, 12 sure as hell won't."
2007-08-03
05:32:25
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