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?”