I am reminded of the old joke that when an Irishman dies and faces Judgment, he is suspended head down in a barrel containing all the whiskey he ever spilled. If he drowns, he is sent to Hell...
containing all the whiskey he ever spilled. If he drowns, he is sent to Hell...
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My uncle Jim O’Kelley worked in a distillery and fell into a vat of whiskey and drowned.
“Didn’t anyone help him out?”.
“Yeah, 3 tried but he did a helluva job fighting them off”.
I had a 1/2 gallon of Jim Beam in my truck one time and it fell over and made its way over to the door without me knowing; surprising being Beam is a square bottle. Got home, opened the door and crash. It was awful! I couldn't believe how much dirt I got in my mouth licking that up.. :)