I intern for a congressman along with three others.Three of us started the beginning of the week, but for some reason the 4th didn't show up until later that week.
One day we got off early so all the interns decided to go get some drinks. We get to the bar, the new guy immediately heads to the bar and asks for a Jameson, because its "only the best" for him, and he likes "to drink with class." We are in a mexican restaurant. The bar tender blankly stares at him, and goes, "Ok, how do you want it, rocks or neat or what?"
The new guy proceeds to ask him what that even means.
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