At a wine merchant's factory the regular taster died, and the director started looking for a new one to hire.

A retired Army infantry sergeant, very drunk, and with a ragged dirty look came to apply for the position.

The director of the factory wondered how to send him away, but then gave him a glass to drink.

The old drunk pilot tried it and said, "It's a Muscat, three years old, grown on a north slope, matured in steel containers. Low grade but acceptable."

"That's correct", said the boss. "Another glass, please."

"It's a Cabernet, eight years old, south-western slope, oak barrels, matured at eight degrees. Requires three more years for finest results."

"Absolutely correct. A third glass."

''It's a Pinot Noir Champagne, high grade and exclusive'' calmly said the drunk.

The director was astonished and winked at his secretary to suggest something. She left the room and came back in with a glass of her urine.

The alcoholic tried it and said, "It's a blonde, 26 years old, three months pregnant, and if I don't get the job, I'll name the father."

Very good

I'll drink to that!!!