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Johnsy
Guest
In an alcohol factory the regular taster died and the director started looking for a new one to hire.
A drunkard with ragged, dirty look came to apply for the position.
The director of the factory wondered how to send him away.
They tested him.
They gave him a glass with a drink.
He tried it and said, "It’s red wine, a Muscat, three years old, grown on a north slope, matured in steel containers."
"That’s correct", said the boss. Another glass.
"It’s red wine , cabernet, eight years old, a southwestern slope, oak barrels."
"Correct."The director was astonished.
He winked at his secretary to suggest something.
She brought in a glass of her urine.
The alcoholic tried it."It’s a blonde, 26 years old, pregnant in the third month. And if you don’t give me the job, I’ll tell who’s the father!"
A drunkard with ragged, dirty look came to apply for the position.
The director of the factory wondered how to send him away.
They tested him.
They gave him a glass with a drink.
He tried it and said, "It’s red wine, a Muscat, three years old, grown on a north slope, matured in steel containers."
"That’s correct", said the boss. Another glass.
"It’s red wine , cabernet, eight years old, a southwestern slope, oak barrels."
"Correct."The director was astonished.
He winked at his secretary to suggest something.
She brought in a glass of her urine.
The alcoholic tried it."It’s a blonde, 26 years old, pregnant in the third month. And if you don’t give me the job, I’ll tell who’s the father!"