"What'll you have?" He asks.
"Oh, I don't know. Same as you I suppose." She replies.
The husband orders a couple of straight whiskies and throws his down in one gulp. His wife watches him, takes a sip from her glass and immediately spits it out.
"Yuck, it's horrible," she splutters. "I don't know how you can drink this stuff."
"Well, there you go," cries the husband.
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