Three chickens are sitting in a bar (apologies to the Seattle Times
December 21, 1997 edition, business section). One from Texas,
one from California, one from Washington. They've been consuming
adult beverages for quite a while.
"Bartender, the texas chicken says, "bring me your best bottle
of tequila. Money is no object." The bartender brings a $200
bottle. The texas chicken pours himself a shot, throws the
bottle in the air, pulls out his pistol, and shoots it. Glass and
tequila fly everywhere.
"Why did you do that?" the california chicken asks.
"Well we've got plenty of good bottles of tequila in Texas,"
the texas chicken says. "There's more where that came from."
"Bartender," the california chicken says, "bring me your best
bottle of California wine. Money is no object." The bartender
serves a $300 bottle of red wine from the Napa Valley. The
california chicken pours a glass, drinks it, throws the bottle
in the air, grabs the texas chicken's pistol, and shoots it. Glass
and wine fly everywhere.
"Yeah, we know," says the texas and washington chickens.
"You've got plenty of great wine in California.
"That's right." the california chicken says, smugly.
Its the washington chicken's turn.
"Bartender," he says, "bring me a bottle of Red Hook,
Washington's finest beer." The bartender brings the beer.
The washington chicken opens it, drinks it down, throws the
bottle in the air, pulls the texas chicken's gun from his holster,
shoots the california chicken, and catches the bottle.
"Why did you do that?" asks the texas chicken.
"Well, we've got plenty of california chickens in Washington,
but I need to recycle this bottle."
-- Carl |
