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A man sits at a bar at the top of a revolving tower, you know the type. Windows all round the outside.
Anyways, he's sat at this bar, drinking shots of tequila. Another man sits next to him and orders a beer. They drink in silence for a while. Eventually, the first man turns to the second.
"You know, tequila is magic," he says. "It can make you fly."
"Bollocks," the second man replies.
"Nope. Watch," retorts the first.
With that, he walks to the side of the restaurant, opens the maintainance door and jumps into the air. He clearly flies all the way around the tower before coming back in through the door and landing. He walks back the bar.
"Fuck me!" exclaims the second man. "Do that again!"
"Ok," says the first man. "But first I need the magic drink."
He quickly downs another shot of tequila, walks over to the door again, jumps out, flies a lap, re-enters and comes back to the bar.
"See," the first man says. "It's a magic drink."
"I'm going to try," grins the second man. "I want to fly! Bartender, give me a shot of tequila!"
The bartender obliges, and pours the shot. The second man knocks it back, grins excitedly at the first man and runs at the door. He jumps out, whooping with delight, and promptly falls to his death.
As people rush to the windows to look in horror at the gory mess he left on the pavement, the bartender turns to the first man.
"You know, you're a real asshole when you're drunk, Superman."
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