The old fire and brimstone preacher placed two glasses on the pulpit: one filled with water and the other with whiskey.
He dropped a worm into each glass. The worm in the water continued to wiggle in a lively fashion while the worm in the whiskey went limp slid to the bottom of the glass.
He then asked the congregation. Now what does that tell you?
A voice from the back shouted, "Drink whiskey and you won't have worms."
To this day there are no whiskey resistant worms. Or so they say.
Actually they say: To thishh day there are no whishhkey reshishtant wormshh.
And you don't have to estimate size... just lay the little wormy begger right on the tape measure and get an accurate meshurement. Then you don't even need the wormer, just whack him.
