By craic-ing his knuckles.
Because the rest of the letters are not-E.
An e-cigger. I'm going to hell for thinking of this.
Lean 3 shovels against the wall and tell him to take his pick.
It drives me nuts.
2: Not much, Brian. I had a pint yesterday. 1: Oh! Really I thought you were only 15 2: I am! 1: So what was it Guiness 2: No, it was water.
