Originally posted by Moscow Mule
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One of the regulars, a chap in his early forties, used to drink six or seven pints of it a night, every night. After about six months of this he woke up one morning feeling as if he was going to die. He managed to drag himself down to A&E, where he was seen quite quickly due to his dreadful appearance.
The doctor examined him and announced cheerfully "It's OK - you've just got DTs"
He switched back to lager after that
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