Lighten up Mondays

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A guy rushes into a bar, orders four expensive thirty-year-old single malt scotches, and has the bartender line each shot up in front of him.  Then, without pausing, he downs each one.

“Whew,” the bartender remarks, “you seem to be in a hurry.”

“You would be too if you had what I have.”

“What do you have?” the bartender sympathetically asks.

“Fifty cents.”