A
guy goes into a pub and orders a double whisky. He pays up,
gulps it down and looks into his shirt pocket. He then orders
another double-whisky, pays, gulps it down and looks into his
shirt pocket again. He orders a third drink and does the same
thing. After the seventh double, he gets up and starts to stagger
out. Curiosity gets the better of the landlord, and he says
to the Guy 'Excuse me, but I noticed that every time you had
a drink, you looked inside your pocket. I was wondering what
was in there?' The Guy looks at him at him for a moment, then
slurs, 'well, I keep a picture of my dear wife in that pocket.
Every time I have a drink, I take a look. When she starts looking
good, I go home'.
