So I saw an old dude with a fishing rod outside my local bar, fishing in a puddle.
He looked so sad and cold!
I said to him, “Come in for a drink and get warm.”
As we sipped our double whiskeys , I thought I would humor him.
I asked: “How many have you caught today, old buddy?”
He took another sip, raised his glass with a smile, and replied: “You are the 8th.”