The Twelve Bottles...!!!
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"I had twelve bottles of whisky in the cellar, and my wife told me to empty the contents of each bottle down the sink-or else.
I proceeded with the unpleasant task.
I withdrew the cork from the first bottle and poured the contents down the sink, with exception of one glass which I drank. I extracted the cork from the second bottle and did likewise, with the exception of one glass which I drank. I withdrew the cork from the third bottle and poured the contents down the sink, with the exception of one glass which I drank .
I pulled the cork from the fourth sink and poured the bottle down the glass which I drank. I pulled the bottle from the cork of the next and drank one sink of it and threw the rest down the glass. I pulled the sink out of the new glass and poured the cork from the bottle, then I corked the sink with glass, bottled the drink and drank the pour.
When I had everything emptied, I steadied the house with one hand, counted the bottles, corks, glasses and sinks with the other one, which were 29, and as the house came by again I made a recount. I finally had all the houses and one bottle which I drank. I'm not under the alcofluence of incohol as some thinkle peep I am. I'm not half so funk as you might drink. I fool so feelich I don't know who is me, and the drunker I stand the longer I get."
The end !