Alcohol Kills

beerStan got a job down at the brewery, and things seemed to be working well.

One day, Stan’s wife got a knock at the door. When she answered, there was a representative from the brewery standing there. She knew the worst had happened.

“You said there was an accident, but I must know how he died,” she pleaded.

“He drowned in a vat of our finest ale.”

“Well, at least he went quickly, right?” the widow sobbed.

“Oh no, Ma’am,” replied the representative. “He got out three times to pee before he finally succumbed.”

Alcohol Kills
Be the only person to ever rate this!

Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Please: Do not use URL's. Your comment will not post if you do.
The "Name" field is optional. Feel free to post anonymously.