Late one Friday night the policeman spotted a man driving
very erratically through the streets of Dublin. They pulled the
man over and asked him if he had been drinking that evening.
"Aye, so I have. 'Tis Friday, you know, so me and the lads
stopped by the pub where I had six or seven pints. And then there
was something called "Happy Hour" and they served these mar-gar- itos which are quite good. I had four or five o' those. Then I
had to drive me friend Mike home and O' course I had to go in for
a couple of Guiness - couldn't be rude, ye know. Then I stopped
on the way home to get another bottle for later .." And the man
fumbled around in his coat until he located his bottle of
whiskey, which he held up for inspection. The officer sighed, and said, "Sir, I'm afraid I'll need you to
step out of the car and take a breathalyzer test."
Indignantly, the man said, "Why? Don't ye believe me???!!!" he he he