I once was a bar and ordered a Vodka double The first one tasted fine but the second was a little funny Later to find out that the bartender liked me so much That he added rubbing alcohol to my second double shot. Another night came and the same bartender served me again This time I ordered Jack, a double as usual The first one tasted fine but the second was a little funny Later to find out that the bartender liked me so much That he added gasoline to my second Jack double. Long story short My stomach is now as mashed potatoes. Moral of this story is this: Be kind to your bartender lest he hate you without cause.
