The Anecdote Bin

THIS REMINDS US of a doleful story sent in by P. B. (it looks like) from San Francisco, California, about a boozer who always came home, stoned, to a wife who never touched liquor. She finally decided to try to fix his wagon. So one night when he reeled in, she reached for a bottle, poured out a glassful, and shot it straight down her hatch. It burned the hell out of her, of course, and she writhed on the floor, gasping that the stuff was awful. Her sodden mate looked down at her and said, "And you thought I was having a good time!"