A STORY...  
     
I had eighteen bottles of whiskey in my cellar and was told by my wife
to empty them the contents of each and every bottle down the sink, or else... 
I said I would proceed with the unpleasent task.  I withdrew the cork
from the first bottle and poored the contents down the sink with the 
exception of one glass, which I drank.  I then withdrew the cork from the 
second bottle and did likewise with it, with the exception of one glass, 
which I drank.  I then withdrew the the cork from the third bottle and 
poured the whiskey down the sink which I drank.  pulled the cork from the 
fourth bottle down the sink and poured the bottle down the glass, which I 
drank.  I pulled the bottle from the cork of the next 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 down 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 
glasses, corkes, bottles, and sinks with the other, which were 
twenty-nine,and as the house came by I counted them all again.  And 
finally I had all the houses in oue bottle, which I drank.  I'm not 
under the affluence of inchol as some thinkle peep I am.  I'm not
as thunk as you might drink.  I fool so feelish I don't know who is 
me, and the drunker I stand here, the longer I get.