Late one Friday in Dublin, a
policeman spotted a man driving very erratically. He 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 Guinness -- 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.''
''Why? Don't ye believe me?''
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