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Monday, February 23, 2009

A man walks into a bar and orders a 12-year-old scotch. But the busy bartender decides to serve the guy the fist scotch he can find.

The blokes takes a sip, spits it out, and tells the bartender, "I asked for a 12-year-old Scotch, not a three year-old one."

The bartender checks the bottle and is amazed to see the bloke’s right. The bartender decides to test the guy further and serves him a six-year-old scotch.

The guy sips it and spits out, complaining, "I asked for a 12-year-old Scotch, not a six-year-old one."

The bartender decides to test the bloke again, and serves him a nine-year-old scotch.

The dude sips and spits again, saying, "I think I asked for a 12-year-old scotch and not a nine-year-old one."

The impressed bartender finally serves him the demanded 12-year-old scotch.

The customer takes a sip and says, "This is what I asked for in the first place."

Down the other end of the bar, there’s an old codger that’s been watching the whole thing. He sends a glass down to the expert and asks him to have a sip.

The bloke takes a swig and spits it out, coughing. “Bloody hell, that's piss." He says.

“Sure is,” says the codger. "Now tell me how old I am."

Syd, via e-mail