Bottle of Stout

A drunk walked in to a bar crying, one of the other men in the bar asked him, "What had happened?"

"I did a terrible thing," sniffed the drunk, "just a few hours ago, I sold my wife to someone for a bottle of Stout."

"That is awful," said the other guy, "and now that she's gone, you want her back right?"

"Right!" said the drunk still crying.

"You are sorry you sold her because you realised to late that you still loved her right?"

"Oh no!" said the drunk. "I want her back because I'm thirsty again."