For the Unicorn Challenge…
“All right, buddy,” the bartender approached him as he slammed the glass on the wooden surface of the bar table, “I think you’ve had just about enough.”
Drunkenly, he said as he swayed back and forth on the bar stool, “I have enough when I say I have enough. He pointed at the shot glass before him, “Now, keep pouring those cheap shots of whiskey.”
Instead of pouring the drink, the bartender placed the bill on the table next to the glass. On the little piece of paper was “$10,000”. “That’s for those cheap shots of whiskey.”
Before the bartender could open the door to the back door, he heard a loud thud followed by glass breaking. The drunkard’s head had fallen on the table and the shot glass was on the floor. “Shit,” the bartender swore beneath his breath and hurried over to pick up the shot glass. As the drunkard let out a loud snore, the bartender grabbed the bill on the table and changed the 10,000 to 20,000. “That’s for my shot glass.
This is Another Story 
That’s some expensive whisky and glassware. Wonderful story.
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I guess it proves even for a drunkard, he has good taste.
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Wonderful ♥️
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That’ll cost him dearly.
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Sure will.
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👍🏼👍🏼👍🏼
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Great story, Yinglan.
I wonder if he’lll remember any of it when he wakes up?
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Ha! I highly doubt he’ll remember any of it. I’m surprised the bartender didn’t tape the bill to his head. That’ll help with the memory. 😆
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Well, he won’t be coming back again. No love lost there. 😆
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😆😆😆
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