In An Alcohol Factory The Regular Taster Died And The Director Started Looking For A New One To Hire.
A Drunkard With Ragged – Dirty Look Came To Apply For The Position.
The Director Of The Factory Wondered How To Send Him Away! They Tested Him
They Gave Him A Glass With A Drink – He Tried It And Said, “It’s Red Wine, A Muscat, Three Years Old, Grown On A North Slope, Matured In Steel Containers.” That’s Correct Said The Boss.
Another Glass. “It’s Red Wine, Cabernet, Eight Years Old, A Southwestern Slope, Oak Barrels” “Correct”
Now, The Director Was Astonished – Amazed
He Winked At His Secretary To Suggest Something. She Brought In A Glass Of Urine.
The Alcoholic Tried It ! “It’s Of A Blonde -26 Years Old- Pregnant ! Probably Third Month Now – And If You Don’t Give Me The Job, I’ll Tell Who The Father Is !“
He Got The Job
A Drunkard With Ragged – Dirty Look Came To Apply For The Position.
The Director Of The Factory Wondered How To Send Him Away! They Tested Him
They Gave Him A Glass With A Drink – He Tried It And Said, “It’s Red Wine, A Muscat, Three Years Old, Grown On A North Slope, Matured In Steel Containers.” That’s Correct Said The Boss.
Another Glass. “It’s Red Wine, Cabernet, Eight Years Old, A Southwestern Slope, Oak Barrels” “Correct”
Now, The Director Was Astonished – Amazed
He Winked At His Secretary To Suggest Something. She Brought In A Glass Of Urine.
The Alcoholic Tried It ! “It’s Of A Blonde -26 Years Old- Pregnant ! Probably Third Month Now – And If You Don’t Give Me The Job, I’ll Tell Who The Father Is !“
He Got The Job
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