The other night I went to a beer party, and when it got time to go home, I felt pretty much so-so.
I started out and the very first fellow I met was Jenkins.
"Why, my dear Walter," says he, "I am surprised. Don't give way to strong drink. Verily, verily, put it behind you."
"Why, parson," says I, "I am very much surprised that you can't see that I've got it behind me now.
"Say," says I, "I fell down stairs last night, parson, with twenty bottles of beer, and didn't break one of them."
"Verily, verily," says he, "that was indeed marvelous. How did you accomplish that extraordinary feat?"
"I had them inside me," says I.
The parson passed on and the next fellow I met was Dr. Brown of Spotless Town.