Geordies wife was complaining about him spending so much time in the pub, so he decided to take her with him.
When they got in the bar he asked, “Whaat de ye want?”
“Oh, ah divvent knaa,” she replied, “the same as ye ah suppose.”
Geordie orders two double whiskies and threw his down his neck in one swallow.
His wife watched him, then took a sip from her glass and immediately spat it out.
“Yeuck! That’s awful,” she spluttered, “ah divvent knaa how ye can drink this stuff.”
“Weel there ye gan,” says Geordie, “and ye thowt ah was oot enjoying meself every neet!”