Panting, the Brit tells the barkeep, “Give us ten shots of your best whiskey—quick!” So the barkeep sets them up and the three men knock them all back in seconds.
“Why you drinking so fast?” asks the barkeep.
“You’d drink fast too if you had what we have,” says the Urkrainian
“Why, what do you have?” asks the barkeep.
“Only twelve cents.”
