The Bar Room

[Karl/Pa.]

_A guy walks into a tavern with a REAL hangdog, depressed look on his face. He had such a distraught look about him, that even the patrons and the bartender noticed.

He walked up to the bar and leaned on it.

The bartender asked him what he wanted.

The man looks up at the bartender, sighs, and says,

"I want the OLDEST imported Scotch you have in this place."

The barkeep nods, and says,

"Well I just happen to have a 12 year old bottle of good imported stuff that I've been saving for a special occasion."

"Bring it out!", says the man, "I want 10 shots!"

The bartender reaches under the bar, and shuffles around for a minute. He finally locates the bottle, and sets it on the bar, and then wipes the dust and cobwebs from it. He then brings up a shot glass and pours him one.

"No, no", said the man,"I mean I want you to line up 10 shots in a row." The bartender does this, and as he bends down to put the bottle back, the man quickly knocks back all 10 shots as fast as he can pick up the glasses!

The barkeep turns back around, looks at the 10 empty glasses, and exclaims, "Oh my God! I don't believe you just did that! Thats a LOT of scotch at one time!" "Well," replied the man, "You'd do it too, if you've got what I got." "Oh man, that sounds real bad", sympathized the bartender, "What have you got, if you don't mind me askin'?" The man grinned at him and said, "I've got a dollar!"