An anecdote I came across today. I laughed-out-loud, naturally.

In one of our Southwestern proverbially dry states a couple of strangers in town asked a man on the street where they could get a drink. “Well,” said the man, “in this town they only use whiskey for snake bite. There’s only one snake in town, and it’s getting kind of late. You’d better hurry down and git in line before it gits exhausted.”