I had 18 bottle of whisky in my cellar, and was told by my wife to empty
the contents of each and every bottle down the sink, or else!!!
I said I would, and I proceeded with the unpleasant task.
I withdrew the cork from the first bottle and poured the contents down
the sink, with the exception of one glass, which I drank.
I then withdrew the cork from the third bottle, and poured the whisky
down the sink, which I drank.
I pulled the cork from the fourth bottle down the sink and poured the
bottle down the glass, which I drank.
I pulled the bottle from the cork of the next, and drunk one sink out
of it, and threw the rest down the glass.
I pulled the sink out of the next glass and poured the cork down the
bottle.
Then, I corked the sink with the glass, bottled the drink, and drank the
pour.
When I had everything emptied, I steadied the house with one hand,
counted the glasses, corks, bottles, and sink with the other, which were
29, and as the house came by, I counted them again, and finally had all
the houses in one bottle, which I drank.
I am not under the affluence of incohol as some tinkle peep I am. I
am not half as thunk as you might drink. I fool so feelish.
I don’t know who are me, and the drunker I stand here, the longer I
get.

that is a song is it not?

well that be me except hell no i would not pour it down the drain