The wine taster at an old vineyard died. A drunkard, looking ragged and dirty, came to apply. He persuaded the manager to give him a try. The drunkard was given a glass of wine. He swirled, smelled and drank a bit. “It's a red wine, Merlot, three years old, grown on the South Slope and matured in oak barrels." He said. "Impressive," said the manager.
The drunkard is given another. "Still a red wine, Cabernet, eight years old, from the Northeast slope, stored in a steel vats.” The manager was amazed. He winked at his secretary. The secretary understood and brought out a glass of urine. The drunkard tasted it and said. "It's a blond, 27 years old, three months pregnant, and if I don't get this job, I'll tell who the father is!"
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