A man slowly walks into a bar, as if in great pain, groans as he sits down on a stool, and orders 10 shots of bourbon. Once served the ten drinks, he suddenly has enough energy to start drinking them as fast as he can, downing one shot after another.
The bartender says; "Whoa, there fella! What's the rush?
The man replies as he chugs back his sixth and seventh drink, "You'd drink them this fast, too, if you had what I have."
"What do you have?" asks the bartender, sympathetically
In between his seventh and eighth drink, the man says, "Seventy-five cents!"