A man walks into a bar and orders a glass of whisky.
He swallows it and looks in his shirt pocket.
He orders another glass of whisky, swallows it, and looks into his small pocket.
He orders a third shot and does the same.
After the sixth shot, he asks the bartender for the bill, pays, and starts to walk out.
Curiosity gets the better of the bartender and he says to the guy, “Excuse me, but I noticed that every time you drank a shot, you kept looking into your pocket. I was wondering what’s in your pocket.”
The guy slurs, “Well, I have a picture of my wife in my pocket. I keep drinking until she starts to look good.”
