Ham on Wry

W. A. OF EDMONDS, WASHINGTON, passed this on: Seems there was a drunk who made a bet with the bartender that he could name any drink set before him. The bartender mixed up a few. The drunk downed each, naming them without any difficulty. The bartender, hoping to win his money back, bet double or nothing he'd make one the drunk couldn't identify. Kneeling behind the bar, he poured a glass of straight tap water and handed it across. The drunk took a couple of sips, thought about it a moment, then confessed, "You've got me. I can't name it, but whatever it is, it's not going to sell!"