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The Wine Taster At An Old Vineyard Died.
A Homeless Guy, Looking Ragged And Dirty, Came To Apply.
He Persuaded The Manager To Give Him A Try.
The guy was given a glass of wine. He swirled, smelled, sipped and spit.
“It’s a red wine, Merlot, three years old, grown on the South Slope and matured in oak barrels.” He said.
“Impressive,” said the manager. The man is given another.
“Still a red wine, Cabernet, eight years old, from the Northeast slope, stored in a steel vats.”
The manager was amazed. He winked at his secretary.
The secretary understood and brought out a glass of urine.
The drunkard tasted it and said. “It’s a blond, 27 years old, three months pregnant,
and if I don’t get this job, I’ll tell who the father is!”