For years Al would sell moonshine under the table, until last april when the government caught on.  Al owed more to the IRS than he could sell his bar for. In a 500 gallon copper still Al brewed corn whiskey constantly, but after decades of experience he famously couldn’t maintain any kind of standard. 

    Al would soon lose his bar, but Al wasn’t as upset about this as most people would expect.  He knew he wouldn’t starve as long as he had his still.

    Al was expecting company, but was not looking forward to it. A man stood at his door with papers for his house.  He was from the government and was sent to claim Al’s property.

    Al bargained and reasoned with the man to keep his still, but nothing would sway him.

    “I needs this’n still ta makes me moonshine, witout’r me and mine wont last.”

    “I sympathize with you, but I’m to sieze whatever I find. You would need to apply for a license and appeal.”

    “What’n you aint find no still?”

    “Sir, it is hard to miss, and if you are suggesting a bribe it will only incur an additional fine.”

    “Try it, youz like it, I swears.”

    The man takes a sip of Al’s famous corn whiskey, and his eyes widened while his pupils shrank. The man wiped his eyes and squinted. His jaw drops and he wipes harder.

    “I’m blind!”

    “Wellz’n I’z guessin you aint seen nuttin.”