Fifteen Whiskies Please

Submitted by Skoob1999

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Saturday, 18 September 2010

When I worked in a pub behind the bar, this geezer walked in one night and ordered fifteen whiskies.

"And line 'em up," he said.

So I poured these fifteen whiskies, and laid 'em all out on the bar in a perfectly straight line.

That's the OCD, you see.

Obsessive Compulsive Disorder.

I don't see it as a problem, but the wife tends to complain when I demand she sits in symmetrical fashion.

Or else.

Anyway...fifteen whiskies...

Bit weird that - not your everyday order.

"What's the celebration?" I asked.

He looked at me a bit cock-eyed.

"Just had me first blow job," he said.

"Congratulations mate," I said.

"Congratulations my arse!" he snarled. "I need something to take the fucking taste away."

I'll get me coat...

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