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By *eavenNhell OP Couple
over a year ago
carrbrook stalybridge |
At a winery, the regular taster died and the director started looking for a new one to hire.
A d*unkard with a ragged, dirty look came in to apply for the position.
The director of the winery wondered how to "nicely" send him away in this "all too Politically Correct" world.
He gave him a glass of their low end wine to drink.
The d*unk sipped it and without the traditional sniffing or swirling said, “It’s a Muscat, three years old, grown
on a north slope, matured in steel containers. Low grade, but acceptable.”
“That’s correct”, said the boss.
Another glass…
“This is a Cabernet, eight years old, a south-western slope, oak barrels, matured at 8 degrees.
Requires three more years for finest results.”
“Correct.”
A third glass…
“It’s a Pinot Blanc Champagne, high grade and exclusive,” the d*unk said calmly.
The director was astonished. He winked at his secretary, secretly suggesting something.
She left the room, and came back in with a glass of urine.
The alcoholic tried it.
“It’s a blonde, 26 years old, three months pregnant and if I don’t get the job I’ll name the father.”
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