Tallulah Bankhead walks into a bar. "Bartender, could I have one absolute dry vodka martini, olives on the side." She drinks it, and orders another one.
"Bartender, could I have one absolute dry vodka martini, olives on the side." She drinks it. She's a bit drunk, but orders again.
"Bartender, could I have one absolute dry vodka martini, olives on the side." She passes out drunk on the floor.
The bar closes. The janitor comes in, sees her on the floor, and fucks her.
The Next Day.
She walks into the bar. "Bartender, could I have one absolute dry vodka martini, olives on the side." She drinks it, and orders another one.
"Bartender, could I have one absolute dry vodka martini, olives on the side." She drinks it, is a bit drunk, but orders another.
"Bartender, could I have one absolute dry vodka martini, olives on the side." She passes out drunk on the floor.
The bar closes. The janitor comes in, sees her on the floor, and fucks her.
The Next Day.
She walks into the bar. "Bartender, could I Have..."
The bartender says, "I know, I know, one absolute dry vodka martini, olives on the side."
She pipes back up and says, "Oh no, dear, I don't drink them anymore. They make my cunt hurt."