Practice Makes Perfect
A Texan walks into a pub in Dublin and raises his voice over the crowd.
“I hear you Irish can hold your liquor,” he says. “I’ll give $500 to anyone who can drink ten pints of beer back-to-back.”
The room falls quiet. Not a single soul volunteers. One man even stands up, shrugs, and slips out the door.
About half an hour later, that same man returns. He taps the Texan on the shoulder and says, “That bet still good?”
The Texan grins. “Sure is.” He waves to the bartender to line up ten pints.
Without a moment’s hesitation, the Irishman starts in. One pint, two, three — all the way to ten, not a drop left behind. The pub bursts into cheers.
Staring in disbelief, the Texan peels off five hundred dollars and hands it over. “Mind if I ask,” he says, “where you disappeared to earlier?”
The Irishman wipes the foam from his lip and grins.
“Oh, I just popped down to the pub around the corner,” he says. “Wanted to make sure I could do it first.”
