Late one Friday night the policeman…
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?! "