Actually, I do. . .

. . .remember how the rest of the joke from yesterday's post goes.

A guy walks into a bar, sits down and says, "Give me ten shots of your best Scotch."

The bartender looks at him, notices that he looks rather run-down and dejected, and says, "Ten shots? Are you sure about that?"

The guy looks up, and says, "Yeah. I'm sure. Just line 'em up right here in front of me."

The bartender shakes his head, sets up ten shotglasses in a row, and fills each one. To his amazement, the guy begins slamming them back, one right after the other, as fast as his hands can move.

"Whoa! Whoa, man! What's your hurry? That's eighteen-year-old Scotch!"

The man pauses, looks up at him, and said, "Well, you'd be in a hurry, too, if you had what I have."

The bartender, somewhat taken aback, averts his eyes for a moment, looks up and says, "Aww, man. That's rough. Not trying to be nosy, or anything, but what do you have?"

The man looks up and says, "A dollar thirty five."