Pat and Jim were a couple of drinking buddies who worked as aircraft mechanics in Eagle Pass, TX.
One day the airport was fogged in and they were stuck in the hangar with nothing to do.
Pat said, “Man, I wish we had something to drink!”
Jim says, “Me too Y’know, I’ve heard you can drink jet fuel and get a buzz. You wanna try it?”
So they pour themselves a couple of glasses of high octane hootch and get completely smashed.
The next morning Pat wakes up and is surprised at how good he feels. In fact he feels GREAT! NO hangover! NO bad side effects. Nothing!
Then the phone rings . It’s Jim.
Jim says, “Hey, how do you feel this morning?”
Pat says, “I feel great. How about you?”
Jim says, “I feel great, too You don’t have a hangover?”
Pat says, “No that jet fuel is great stuff — no hangover, nothing. We ought to do this more often.”
Jim says, “Yeah, well there’s just one thing.”
Pat says, “What’s that?”
Jim says, “Have you farted yet?”
Pat says, “No…”
Jim says, “Well, DON’T, ’cause I’m in Denver!!!!!!”
— Matthew P. Barnson – – – – Thought for the moment: I went over to my friend, he was eatin’ a pickle. I said “Hi, what’s happenin’?” He said “Nothin’.” Try to sing this song with that kind of enthusiasm; As if you just squashed a cop. — Arlo Guthrie, “Motorcycle Song”