"Have you been drinking?" the officer asks.
"Aye, so I have," says the driver. "'Tis Friday, you know, so me and the lads went by the pub where I had six or seven pints. And then there was something called 'Happy Hour,' where they served these mar-gar-itos that are quite good. I had four or five o' those."
He pauses for a minute, thinking. "Oh, yes," he finally says. "Then I had to drive me friends home, and of course I had to go in for a couple of pints -- couldn't be rude, ye know! Then I stopped on the way home to get another bottle for later." The fellow fumbles around in his coat until he finds his bottle of whiskey, which he holds up for inspection.
The officer sighs and says, "Sir, I'm afraid I'll need you to step out of the car to take a Breathalyzer test."
"Why?" the driver asks indignantly. "Don't ye believe me?"
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