The wine taster at an old vineyard died and his old job was advertised.
A homeless guy, looking ragged and dirty, came to apply.
He persuaded the reluctant manager to give him a try.
The guy was given a glass of wine. He swirled, smelled, sipped and spit.
“It’s a red wine, Merlot, three years old, grown on the South Slope and matured in oak barrels,” he said.
“Impressive,” said the manager.
The man was then given another.
“Still a red wine, Cabernet, eight years old, from the Northeast slope, stored in a steel vats.”
The manager was amazed. He winked at his secretary. The secretary understood and brought out a glass of urine.
The drunkard tasted it and said, “It’s a blonde, 27 years old, three months pregnant, and if I don’t get this job, I’ll tell who the father is!”