A man walks into a bar and orders a glass of 21-year-old whiskey.

He takes a sip, then immediately spits it out. “I asked for a 21-year-old whiskey! This is only 18 years.

I’m not paying for this!

Bring me a 12-year-old cognac instead.”

The bartender complies, but again,

the man spits it out. “This is only 10 years old!

I’m not paying for that either!”

Frustrated after several rounds of the same routine, the bartender pours another drink and says,

“This one’s on the house.”

The man takes a sip, spits it out once more. “This tastes like piss!”

The bartender sighs and replies,

“Alright, genius, now guess how old I am?”

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