Late one Friday night the policeman spotted a man driving very erratically
through the streets of Dublin. They 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."
Indignantly, the man said, "Why? Don't ye believe me?!?"
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