Dregs
We were in the pub once, when a mate (now ex-mate) vanished off to have a lash, leaving us with strict instructions to watch his pint.

He wasn't someone we were particularly fond of, and mainly let him hang around out of sympathy. So, of course, the first thing we did as soon as he left was neck his pint.

A little worried he may notice, we made him a new pint - using the dregs from every empty glass on the bar.

He returned and sat and asked "Is this one mine?"
"Oh yes" we replied and watched him greedily slurp half of it down.
"No, that can't be mine," he says "Mine was lager, that is bitter."

We bought him another pint in the end. But that will server the fat fucker right for all the misery he put us through before and since.
(mikehall314, Fri 14 May 2004, 13:23, Reply)