… is an example of the kind of post I eluded to on my About Sleuth’s Blog page as being inconsequential musing. It serves no purpose other than being pretty damn funny. It’s one of the many anonymous blurbs I come across while clipping old newspapers at work for our genealogy family files. I offer it up for your amusement, as originally printed.
Friday, August 19, 1938
I had twelve bottles of whiskey which my wife said I must pour down the sink—or else.
So I went down to the cellar and poured the first bottle down the sink, all but a small glassful which I drank. Then I poured the second bottle down the sink, except a glassful which I drank. Then I took the third bottle which I poured down the sink, except a couple of glasses which I sank. Next I took the fourth glass and bottled it down the sink, except a bottleful which I drank. Then I took the seventh sink and drank it except for bottleful which I sank. Next I poured the twelfhtt bottttle down the glass, except the bottle which I bottled, which I sank in the sink ,except a cellarful which I tried to sell, but had to drink instead. Then holding the house steady with one hand, with the other, I fended off the other forty-three houses in the street as they came swimming up the cellar steps, except the cellar which I sank, as I watched the corks pull the houses of the bottles and pour the sinks down the whisky, except a glassful which I drank.