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01-31-2013, 03:03 PM | #1 |
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Join Date: Jan 2013
Location: Murcia, Spain
Posts: 683
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Chief Taster
At the Iniskillin Winery warehouse the regular taster died, and the director started looking for a new one to hire.
A homeless street person, drunk and with a ragged dirty look, came to apply for the position. The director wondered how to send him away. They gave him a glass to drink. The old ‘troller 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.” He calmly said, “It's a pinot blanc champagne, high grade and exclusive.” The director was astonished and winked at his secretary to suggest something. She left the room and came back in with a glass of urine. The homeless street person tried it. “It's a blonde, 26 years old, three months pregnant, and if I don't get the job, I'll name the father.”
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