How Old Scotch?
Angus McClod walks into a bar and asks for a bottle of
forty-year old Scotch. The bartender, not wanting to go down
to the basement and deplete his supply of the rare and
expensive liquor, pours a shot of ten-year Scotch and figures
that his customer won't be able to tell the difference. Angus
downs the Scotch and says: "My good man, that Scotch is only
ten years old. I specifically asked for forty-year old
Amazed, the bartender reaches into a locked cabinet
underneath the bar and pulls out a bottle of twenty-year old
Scotch and pours the man a shot.
The customer drinks it down and says, "That was twenty-year
old Scotch. I asked for forty-year old Scotch."
So the bartender goes into the back room and brings out a
bottle of thirty-year old Scotch and pours the customer a
drink. By now a small crowd has gathered around the man and
is watching anxiously as he downs the latest drink.
Once again Angus states the true age of the Scotch and
repeats his original request for forty-year old Scotch.
The bartender can hold off no longer and disappears into the
cellar to get a bottle of prime forty-year old Scotch. Soon,
the bartender returns with the bottle and pours a shot.
Angus downs the Scotch and says, "Now this is forty-year old
The crowd applauds his discriminating palate.
An old drunk who had been watching the proceedings with
interest, raises a full shot glass of his own: "I bet you
think you're real smart," slurs the drunk. "Here, take a swig
Rising to the challenge, Angus takes the glass and downs the
drink in one swallow. Immediately, he chokes and spits out
the liquid on the barroom floor.
"My God!" Angus exclaims. "That tastes like piss!"
"Great guess," says the drunk. "Now, how old am I?"