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!
