|A man walks into a bar and notices a bottle of whisky,|
rattling on the shelf. So he asks the bar tender 'What's that?'
'Oh that's just restless spirit.'
'And what about that bottle floating in mid-air?'
'It's just a little high spirited.'
Another man walks into the same bar a little later.
'Give me a shot of red eye!'
Bang. The bar tender knocks him flying.
'Say, what did you give me a black eye for?'
'We ain't got no red eye.'
Much later, a hoodlum comes in.
'Has Johnny Mashtik been in tonight?'
'Yeh. Some guy was looking for him. They got into a fight.
The man struck Johnny, which inflamed him, so he went
for the man, who pulled a gun on him.
With that he turned ashen and went out.'