(a friend e-mailed me this and I pasted it so I don't know how it's going to come out....)
Two airline mechanics (good drinking buddies) are in the hanger at Newark, where the runway is fogged in, and they have nothing to do. John says, "Man, I would kill for a drink right about now, you got a beer?"
"Nah" says Bill, "but a guy told me that you can drink jet fuel, and that it will give you a hell of a buzz". So they proceed to drink some jet fuel and get wasted. They have a great time, as only good drinking buddies can.
Next morning John expects to have a hellacious hangover, but he is amazed that he doesn't. Not even a headache. The phone rings and it's Bill, asking how he feels. "I feel great" says John. "No hangover at all". Bill says "Me neither!". That jet fuel is great stuff. We should do that more often!".
"Yeah, I suppose" says Bill. But there is one thing. Did you fart yet"?
"No. Why"? says John
Bill says "Because I'm in Phoenix".