...and orders four shots of rye. The bartender obliges and lines up the four shots along the bar for the man to consume. One by one the shots disappear and before long the man orders four more. Again the bartender obliges, but since all this has transpired in barely ten minutes, he asks, "that's quite a display of drinking friend, what's the occassion?" The man replies, "I got my first blow job today." The bartender, impressed and with some appreciation, offers the next drink on the house, to which the man replies, "No thanks, one more won't help if eight shots can't remove the taste from my mouth."