Swimming in Germany:
Groanworthy from Chuckles:
A man walks into a bar in the early afternoon and walks over to the landlord, who is stood behind the bar polishing a couple of glasses. The man straightens his tie and his round wire-framed glasses and then puts his briefcase down on the floor.
“Good afternoon, sir”, says the landlord, “What can I get you?”
“A large measure of your finest malt whisky please kind sir,” says the stranger.
The landlord pours him a double of the Bruichladdich ‘Flirtation’ and puts it down in front of him. Quick as a flash, the stranger has picked up the glass and emptied it down his throat before the landlord has had a chance to speak.
“Er… thats four-fifty mate”, says the landlord.
“I’m sorry, but I don’t owe you anything.” says the indignant customer.
“How d’you work that out then, Sherlock?” asks the landlord.
“You clearly asked what you could get for me.