Drinking...continued from a Deep Dark Cellar post...

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So there's this guy who goes into a bar.

He stikes up a conversaton with a bartender. A discussinon ensues and the patrons of the bar all gather around to hear the man and the bartender discuss the finer points of brewing whiskey.

Soon, a wager is made that he can tell from taste what whiskey that he is drinking at the price of $5.00 a shot glass. Nobody in the crowd of patrons believes that he can do it but they still watch in silence.

Hiding the bottles the bartender sets up the shot glasses with shots in them and puts the bottle down behind the bar under each respective shotglass.

The 1st shot the guy tosses back. He looks the bartender in the eye and says "Keslers" The bartender sets the bottle on the bar and sure enough, Keslers.

The 2nd shot the guy tosses back. He looks the bartender in the eye and says "Jack Daniels" The bartender again reveals the bottle and the guy was right again.

The 3rd shot the guy tosses back. He looks the bartender in the eye and says "JIM BEAM!" The bartender reveals the bottle and the guy was right again.

Finally, the guy belts down the last shot and say "Cutty Sark!"

"Damn!" exclaims the bartender as he puts down a crisp $20.00 bill on the bar.

By this time the guy is starting to feel the effects of the 4 rapid shots. A drunk who happens to be the bartender's brother staggers up, slams a full shot glass down and exclaims "...twenty dollars says that you can't tell us what this is..."

The guy, by now on a roll, grabs the shot glass, takes the contents in his mouth and suddenly spits it in a spray on the floor coughing and hacking.

When he regains his composure "Damn! THAT WAS PISS!"

The bartender looks him in the eye and says, "Yes, we know, but whose piss was it?"