Pretty hard puzzle.
Three men rode into town on Monday. One of them was the father of another one's son. All three wore colored hats but none of them knew the color of his own hat. One always spoke the truth, one always lied, and the one who did not have a red hat alternated between lies and the truth.
They walked into a bar and each put $10 on the bar top. The barman was a perfect logician who lived on the 16th floor of an apartment block but never took the elevator down. He gave each man $1 change and kept $2 for himself. He kept change from every ninth customer who gave $2.43 more than the difference of the price and the amount paid, but gave back at least less than 10 cents unless the person was not wearing a purple necktie, except when the customer's cousin had worn purple fancy shoes to her last high school prom.
The first man asked for a glass of water, with more than two and a half icecubes but less than nine. Whereupon the barman pulled a .22 civil war era shotgun that his grandfather's best friend used to own, and shot him directly in the chest four times four and a seventeenth inch from the left side of the man's heart, or 0.000002 kilometers from the center of the man's left lung. The man said "Thank you" and died, falling off 96.423 degrees to the west, and knocking over a goldfish bowl with 5 goldfish, two of which were 1 year old, one of which were two years old, and two other babies older than two weeks and four days, but younger than three weeks and nine days as he fell.
The second man put down twelve balls, one of which was different, and asked for a whiskey on the rocks, over 0.34857349897 degrees but under 1.92100001 degrees. He took one sip and gasped, "This tastes of albatross!" before drawing a 1992 cold war high-powered Glock assault rifle which he had once accidentally used to kill the 3rd brigade 2nd company field Marshall who had dropped a grenade killing 5 Russian civilians, and shot himself through his right wrist, killing himself.
The third man was a one-armed heart surgeon who carried an alligator under his arm. He stood on a 3 foot block of ice and threateningly asked the surprisingly short barman, "Do you serve midgets?" The barman replied "Yes, in fact, we imported some delicious Central Malaysian midgets this morning at 13:43:02:45 AM. By the way, that's hours, minutes, seconds, and milliseconds, boy."
"OK then, make it an extra large northwestern Italian high quality 1922 brandy for me, and a fresh central Malaysian midget high heat roasted for the southern american alligator!"
Who was the liar? Definitely the second guy.
~Alway
The second guy altogether (the first customer) or the second customer?
The guy that says it tastes like albatross.
~Alway
That's wrong. Albatross is actually an obscure brand of whiskey.
That's not why I chose him, but thanks for the info.
I just randomly picked one. Would have been awesome if it was right though.
~Alway
EDIT: Also, he was clearly not referring to the brand of whiskey. If he was, albatross would have been capitalized. Although, by the time anybody reads this Vic will likely have already edited the post to have a capital.
FLAW'D