drinks enough booze to float a schooner, and starts panhandling other patrons for drinks.

Having quite enough of this foolishness, the landlord puts him out onto the walk.

Ten minutes later he entered through the back door, sat at a small table and tried to order up a pint.

"Get out! And don't come back!" Shouts the agitated landlord, and the inebriate departs.

Hardly ten minutes pass when the man enters through the side entrance, and sidles up to the far end of the bar, where a young barmaid is passing out drinks. Upon seeing him come in the landlord shouted at the barmaid not to serve him, as he was already pi--ing down his pantleg drunk.

Whereupon the man looked at the landlord, rubbed his eyes, and said

"How many places do you work at, anyway?"