The Eighteen bottles that were to make me quit drinking...

The Eighteen Bottles
I had eighteen bottles of whiskey in my cellar and my wife told me to empty the contents of each and every bottle down the sink, or else.... I said i would and proceeded with the unpleasant task. I withdrew the cork from the first bottle and poured the contents down the sink with the exception of one glass, which i drank. I then withdrew the cork from the second bottle and did likewise with it, with the exception of one glass, which i drank.I then withdrew the cork from the third bottle and poured the whiskey down the sink which he drank.I pulled the cork from the fourth bottle down the sink and poured the bottle down the glass, which he drank.I pulled the bottle from the cork of the next and drank one sink out of it, and threw the rest down the glass. I pulled the sink out of the next glass and poured the cork down the bottle. Then i corked the sink with the glass, bottled the drink and drank the pour. When i had everything emptied, I steadied the house with one hand, counted the glasses, corks, bottles, and sinks with the other, which were twenty-nine, and as the houses came by i counted them again, and finally i had all the houses in one bottle, which i drank. I was not under the affluence of incohol as some thinklpe peep i was. I was not half as thunk as you might drink.I fool so feelish i don't know who is me, and the drunker i stand there, the longer i get.