DOWN THE DRAIN

I had twelve bottles of whiskey in my cellar, and my wife told me to empty the contents of each and every bottle down the sink, or else —

So, I said I would and proceeded with the unpleasant task.

I withdrew the cork from the first bottle and poured the contents down the sink, with the exception of one glass, which I drank. I extracted the cork from the second bottle and did likewise with the exception of one glass, which I drank. I pulled the cork from the third bottle and poured the whiskey down the sink, with the exception of one glass, which I drank. I then withdrew the cork from the fourth sink and poured the bottle down the glass, which I drank.

I pulled the bottle from the cork of the next and drank one sink out of it and threw the rest down the glass. I pulled the sink out of the next glass and poured the cork from the bottle. Then I corked the sink with the glass, bottled the drink and drank the pour.

When I had everything emptied, I steadied the house with one hand, counted the bottles, corks, glasses and sinks with the other, which were twenty-nine, and as the house came by, I counted them again, and finally had all the houses and bottles and corks and sinks and glasses counted, except one house and one bottle…

… Which I drank.