Never Spend Your Last Dollar on Beer!

                                                                   Uncle Billy Thinks

At the Pub, the bar I go to three nights a week and write in my journal; a large drought beer cost $1.00.

Last night I went to the bar to get a beer.  An old white alcoholic who is a "regular" ask me to spot him a beer.  Since he never asked before, I said, "Sure" and ordered him one too.  I looked on the bar and saw he had a dollar laying in front of him.  I asked , "What's wrong with your dollar?"   He answered, "It's my last one!"     I learned a valuable lesson, never spend your last dollar on a beer!