A drunk walks into a drugstore and asks for a bottle of mouthwash.
“I’m not selling you that,” says the druggist.
“You’ll drink it for the alcohol and get sick outside my door!”
“Not true!” insists the drunk. “I have my first date in over a year,
and I want to make a good impression.”
“Oh, I’m sorry. Here.” The druggist takes a bottle of mouthwash
off the shelf and puts it on the counter.
The drunk stares at it. “Got one that’s been refrigerated