Fella with pirate hooks for hands walks into a bar and orders a large whiskey. 'Sorry,' says the barman, 'I can't serve you.'
A little affronted, the mans asks, 'Why on earth not?'
Barman says, 'You look like a man that can't hold his liquor.'
Boru
A little affronted, the mans asks, 'Why on earth not?'
Barman says, 'You look like a man that can't hold his liquor.'
Boru
‘But it does me no injury for my neighbour to say there are twenty gods or no gods. It neither picks my pocket nor breaks my leg.’ - Thomas Jefferson