|A drunk staggers into the pub and orders whiskey.
"No," says the bartender. "You're already drunk, and you stiffed me for your tab last time you were here. Leave or I call the police.'
"Wait," slurs the drunk. "If you'll give me a couple drinks, I'll get up on the bar and fart 'Danny Boy' for you."
Before the bartender can say no, a howl of agreement goes up from the others sitting at their stools. One even offers to cover the Drunkard's' previous tab.
"OK", grumbles the barkeep. He pours 2 whiskeys, and the drunk slowly drinks them down.
"Up on the bar. let's hear 'Danny Boy'."
The drunk climbs up onto the bartop, with the help of the bartender himself.
He stands, drops his pants, bends over and "PTTTHHH" out drops a load of shit, covering the bar, stools, and the drunk's own legs.
"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!!" screams the barman as he jumps backwards.
"Hey," replies the drunk. "Even Sinatra had to clear his throat."