I was enjoying myself in a pub in Cork, Ireland when a group of American tourists came in. One of the Americans said, in a loud voice, I hear you Irish think you’re great drinkers. I will bet $5,000 that none of you here can drink 20 pints of Guinness in 30 minutes.”
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> The bar was silent, but the American noticed one Irishman leaving. No one took up the bet. 40 minutes later, the Irishman who left returned and said, “Hey Yank, is yer bet still on” ?
> “Sure”, said the American, “20 pints in 30 minutes for a bet of $5,000”.
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> Okay, replied the Irishman, so pour the pints and start the clock.
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> It was very close but the last drop was consumed with only 2 seconds to spare.
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> “OK, Yank, pay up”, said the Irishman.
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> I’m happy to pay and here is your money, said the American. But tell me, when I first offered the wager, I saw you leave. Where did you go?
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> Well sir, replied the Irishman, $5,000 is a lot of money to a man like me,so I went to the pub across the road to see if I could do it.
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Buttocks clenched, he performs a slow pirouette, and gently slides off first the right strap of his overalls, followed by the left. He then hunches his shoulders forward and in a classic striptease move, lets his overalls fall down to his hips, revealing a torn and frayed plaid shirt.
Then, grabbing both sides of his shirt, he rips it apart to reveal his stained T-shirt underneath. With a final flourish, he tears the T-shirt from his body, and hurls his baseball cap onto a pile of hay.
Having seen enough, Cletus rushes in and says, "What the world're ya doing, Billy Bob?"
"Good grief, Cletus, ya scared the bejeebers out of me," says an obviously embarrassed Billy Bob ....
"But me 'n the wife been havin trouble lately in the bedroom d'partment, and the therapist suggested I do something sexy to a tractor."