By Rabbi Baruch Lederman, Congregation Kehillas Torah, San Diego

Thirty days before Pesach, I had 12 bottles of whiskey in my cellar and I was instructed by my wife to empty each and every bottle down the sink, so I proceeded with the task.

I withdrew the cork from the first bottle and poured the contents down the sink, with the exception of one glass which I drank. I then withdrew the cork from the third bottle and poured the contents down the sink, with the exception of one glass which I drank. I pulled the cork of the next and drank one sink out of it and threw the rest down the glass. I pulled the sink out of the glass and poured the cork from the bottle. Then I corked the sink with the glass, bottled the drink,
and drank the pour. When I had everything emptied I steadied the house with one hand, counted the bottles, corks, glasses and sinks with the other, which were 29, and put the houses in one bottle, which I drank.

I'm not under the affluence of incohol, but thinkle peep I am. I'm not half so thunk as you might drink. I fool so feelish. I don't know who is me, and the drunker I stand here the longer I get.

—Forwarded by Rabbi Baruch Lederman, Congregation Kehillas Torah, San Diego