The man sat at the bar in Tennessee star-
ing at the array of small batch and single
barrel Bourbons on the top two shelves and
told the bartender that as a Kentuckian he
had consumed enough bottom shelf and well
Bourbon to float a battleship and that now
his liver was in dry dock. The bartender
asked if he wanted some soda water. The
man whispered, “Let’s fool my liver,” and
then said in a loud voice, “Give me a double
Jack Daniels.” The bartender said, “They are
all about the same, sour mash whiskey by
a different name.” “Yeah,” the man said,
“my liver can hear but never learned to read.”