A guy walks into a bar and asks for 10 shots of the
establishment’s finest single malt scotch.
The bartender sets him up, and the guy takes
the first shot in the row and pours it on the floor.
He then takes the last shot in the row
and does the same.
The bartender asks, “Why did you do that?” And the
guy replies, “Well, the first shot always tastes like
crap, and the last one
always makes me sick!”