I just know I’ll write more of these, so I’ll forward plan and start numbering.
A guy enters a bar and asks the bar tender for a tall glass of the most expensive scotch he has. The bar tender is happy to oblige and hands a full glass to the guy. The guy puts it to his lips and sculls all the whiskey down in one rushed gulp.
He asks the bar tender for another, just the same. The bar tender pours another tall glass for the man, and yet again – amazingly – the guy sculls the entire glass of scotch again.
At this, the bar tender says to the man, “You’re drinking 18 year, single malt, single cask, scotch imported from a 250 year distillery deep within the highlands of Scotland. You really should slow down and savour it.”
The man responds, “Mate, you’d drink it this fast too if you’ve got what I’ve got”.
To this, the bar tender is taken a little aback. He apologises, and explains he didn’t want to be insensitive. But he just had to ask, “So what do you have?”.
Sheepishly the guy replies, 25 cents.