One for you, one for me.

“Travelling by road from Kalgoorlie to Wiluna, in the far West”, the traveller told me, “you pass through a township where, in the old days, the local publican was in the habit of always including himself in any round of drinks that was ordered”.

A couple of salesmen, who’d been that way before, decided it was time to pull old Bung up. One of them called for two beers, and made it abundantly clear that they wanted two beers only.

‘Mine Host served them, took the money, and grabbed one of the beers for himself, saying, “Now which of you two bastards isnt drinking?”‘

(Courtesy of Bill Wannan, “Folklore of the Australian Pub”)

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