Troubleshooting your bar or pub

A solution to all of your drinking troubles

Symptom: Drinking fails to give satisfaction and taste; shirt front is wet.
Fault: Mouth not open or glass being applied to wrong part of face.
Solution: Buy another pint and practice in front of a mirror. Continue with as many pints as necessary until drinking technique is perfect.

Symptom: Drinking fails to give satisfaction and taste; beer unusually pale and clear.
Fault: Glass is empty.
Solution: Find someone who will buy you another pint.

Symptom: Feet cold and wet.
Fault: Glass being held at incorrect angle.
Solution: Turn glass so that open end is pointing at ceiling.

Symptom: Feet warm and wet.
Fault: Loss of self-control.
Solution: Go and stand beside nearest dog – After a while complain to its owner about its lack of house training.

Symptom: Bar blurred.
Fault: You are looking through the bottom of your empty glass.
Solution: Find someone who will buy you another pint.

Symptom: Bar swaying.
Fault: Air turbulence unusually high – maybe due to darts match in progress.
Solution: Insert broom handle down back of jacket.

Symptom: Bar moving.
Fault: You are being carried out.
Solution: Find out if you are being taken to another bar – if not complain loudly that you are being hi-jacked.

Symptom: The opposite wall is covered in ceiling tiles and has a fluorescent strip across it.
Fault: You have fallen over backwards.
Solution: If glass is still full, and no one is standing on your drinking arm, stay put. If not, get someone to lift you up and lash you to the bar.

Symptom: Everything has gone dim and you have a mouth full of teeth and dog-ends.
Fault: You have fallen over forwards.
Solution: Same as for falling over backwards.

Symptom: You have woken up to find your bed cold, hard and wet. You cannot see your bedroom walls or ceiling.
Fault: You have spent the night in the gutter.
Solution: Check your watch to see if its opening time – if not treat yourself to a lie in.

Symptom: Everything has gone dim.
Fault: The pub is closing.
Solution: Panic.

Get it in Cider

A little girl came running into the house bawling her eyes out and cradling her hand: “Mummy, quick! Get me a glass of cider!” she wailed.

“Why do you want a glass of cider?” asked her mom.

“I cut my hand on a thorn, and I want the pain to go away!”

Confused, but weary of the child’s whining, the mother obliged and poured her a glass of cider. The little girl immediately dunked her hand in it.

“Ouch! It still hurts! This cider doesn’t work!” she whined.

“What are you talking about?” asked her increasingly perplexed parent, “What ever made you think that cider would ease your pain?”

“Well, I overheard my big sister say that whenever she gets a prick in her hand, she can’t wait to get it in cider”

Actual Medical Chart Notes

Patient has two teenage children, but no other abnormalities.
Patient has chest pain if she lies on her left side for over a year.
On the second day, the knee was better, and then on the third day it
disappeared.
The patient is tearful and crying constantly. She also appears to be
depressed.
The patient has been depressed since she began seeing me in 1993.
Discharge status: Alive, but without my permission.
Healthy-appearing decrepit 69-year old male, mentally alert but forgetful.
The patient refused autopsy.
The patient has no previous history of suicides.
Patient has left white blood cells at another hospital.
Patient’s medical history has been remarkably insignificant with only a
40-pound weight gain in the last three days.
Patient had waffles for breakfast and anorexia for lunch.
Between you and me, we ought to be able to get this lady pregnant.
She is numb from her toes down.
While in ER, she was examined, x-rated and sent home.
The skin was moist and dry.
Occasional, constant, infrequent headaches.
Patient was alert and unresponsive.
She stated that she had been constipated for most of her life until she got a
divorce.
Rectal examination revealed a normal-size thyroid.
I saw your patient today, who is still under our car for physical therapy.
Both breasts are equal and reactive to light and accommodation.
Examination of genitalia reveals that he is circus-sized.
The lab test indicated abnormal lover function.
The patient was to have a bowel resection. However, he took a job as a
stockbroker instead.
Skin: somewhat pale but present.
The pelvic exam will be done later on the floor.
Patient was seen in consultation by Dr. ____, who felt we should sit on the
abdomen and I agree.
Large brown stool ambulating in the hall.
She has no rigors or shaking chills, but her husband states she was hot in bed
last night.
Patient was found in bed with her power mower.

Arthritis

A drunk that smelled like a brewery got on a bus one day. He sat down next to a priest. The drunk’s shirt was stained, his face was full of bright red lipstick, and he had a half-empty bottle of wine sticking out of his pocket. He opened his newspaper and started reading.
A couple of minutes later, he asked the priest, “Father, what causes arthritis”?

“Mister, it’s caused by loose living, being with cheap, wicked women, too much alcohol, and contempt for your fellow man.”

“Well, I’ll be damned,” the drunk muttered. He returned to reading his paper.

The priest, thinking about what he said, turned to the man and apologized. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to come on so strong. How long have you had arthritis?”

“I don’t have arthritis, Father, but I just read in the paper that the Pope does.”

Cleaner Polishes Off Patients

This is true story from the newspaper The Cape Times (South Africa):
“For several months, our nurses have been baffled to find a patient dead in the same bed every Friday morning” a spokeswoman for the Pelonomi Hospital (Free State, South Africa) told reporters.

“There was no apparent cause for any of the deaths, and extensive checks on the air conditioning system, and a search for possible bacterial infection, failed to reveal any clues.” “However, further inquiries have now revealed the cause of these deaths…

“It seems that every Friday morning a cleaning lady would enter the ward, remove the plug that powered the patient’s life support system, plug her floor polisher into the vacant socket, then go about her business. When she had finished her chores, she would plug the life support machine back in and leave, unaware that the patient was now dead. She could not, after all, hear the screams and eventual death rattle over the whirring of her polisher”.

“We are sorry, and have sent a strong letter to the cleaner in question. Further, the Free State Health and Welfare Department is arranging for an electrician to fit an extra socket, so there should be no repetition of this incident. The inquiry is now closed.” (Cape Times)

The headline of the newspaper story was, “Cleaner Polishes Off Patients”

Surprise package

A man was drinking in a bar when he noticed this beautiful young lady sitting
next to him. ”Hello there,” says the man, ”and what is your name?”
”Hello,” giggles the woman, ”I’m Stacey. What’s yours?” ”I’m Jim.” ”Jim,
do you want to come over to my house tonight? I mean, right now??” ��sure!”
replies Jim, ”Let’s go!”

So Stacey takes Jim to her house and takes him to her room. Jim sits down on
the bed and notices a picture of a man on Stacey’s desk. ”Stacey, I noticed the
picture of a man on your desk,” Jim says. ”Yes? And what about it?” asks
Stacey. ”Is it your brother?” ”No, it isn’t, Jim!” Stacey giggles. Jim’s
eyes widen, suspecting that it might be Stacey’s husband. When he finally asks,
��is it your husband?” Stacey giggles even more, ”No, silly!” Jim was
relieved. ”Then, it must be your boyfriend!” Stacey giggles even more while
nibbling on Jim’s ear. She says, ”No, silly!!” ”Then, who is it?” Jim asks.
Stacky replies, ��that’s me BEFORE my operation!!”

The Suicide

There was a blonde and a brunette watching the 10:00 news. A news reporter was in the foreground, giving a report. In the background there was a man and a bridge.

“I’ll bet you 50 bucks that the guy jumps off of the bridge,” the brunette said to the blonde.
“Okay, it’s a bet. ” A moment later, the man did jump off the bridge and the blonde pulled out 50 dollars. ” I can’t take it. “
” You have to, it was a bet. “
” I really can’t take it. You see, I watched the 6:00 news and saw him jump then.” The brunette was feeling very humble at this point.

And the blonde said…
” Well, I watched it too, but I didn’t think he’d jump twice!”