Does this date to the days of Grandpa Trump and the Yukon goldrush?
Or as we like to say, the days of ancient Greta.
This old drunk wandered into a bar one night. Said “gimme a beer”.
“Five bucks” said the bartender.
“I got nothing” replied the drunk.
“Then get the fuck out” said the bartender, because it was that kind of bar.
“No no no, I got an idea” another customer chimed in. “I’ll buy him a drink if he drinks from that spittoon over there.”
“I’m game” said the bartender, and the drunk picked up the spittoon and started to drink.
“You don’t have to drink the whole thing” said the guy who offered the drink, but the drunk kept drinking.
“Seriously, that’s enough”
“Dude, what the fuck?”
The drunk put down the spittoon, and someone asked him why he didn’t stop.
“I couldn’t stop. It was all one string.”
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