Paddy is a drunkard and yet Maureen has never tasted alcohol in her whole life.
“Hey, you drunk,” she says one day, “give me that bottle. I want to taste whatever it is that has made you the bum you are.”
Taking the bottle of cheap whiskey, she takes a good gulp from it. “Yuk,” she gasps, “that’s the most vile-tasting liquid that has ever passed my lips. It tastes terrible.”
“You see,” says Paddy, “and all these years you thought I was having a good time.”