I don’t spend a lot of time in bars. No, really.
I understand that if you read what I write, I might imply that I have a real taste for the drink, but, like Newt Gingrich, don’t believe anything that I represent as fact, to actually be fact.
“Anybody who quotes what I said…is a falsehood and because I have said publicly, those words were inaccurate.”
(And, like Newt, the quote above is almost accurate.)
But, on the rare occasion—and by rare, I mean not quite on a daily basis—I do consume a pint or two in excess, I may sometimes see things that I am not entirely certain are really there.
Take, for instance, a horse walks into a bar…
Yes, that is the opening of an ancient bar joke, but it actually happened just the other day in Wales, Great Britain, and since I will be visiting there in a few months, I thought it important to learn the local customs, such as,
Is it appropriate if I ask the horse, “Why the long face?” or would that just saddle him with more problems?
Cue drum rimshot, “Baduboom!”
What worries me is that this particular horse might have a serious drinking problem, as yet another report covering this story carried the quote,
“The animal was caught on CCTV waiting in line at the reception desk at Wrexham Maelor Hospital’s emergency department.”
Maybe it was the guy in tow with the animal that had the serious drinking problem requiring medical attention, which of course would be…wait for it…wait for it…“A horse of a different color.”
Cue audience moaning in unison.
(Admit it…you smiled at least a little bit.)
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