A drunk walks into a bar, sits down, and demands a drink. "Get out!" the bartender shouts. "I don't serve drunks here."
The guy staggers out the front door, comes back in through the side door, sits down, bangs his fist, and again loudly demands a drink.
"I thought I just told you to get out," yells the bartender.
The drunk gets up, stumbles out the side door, and returns through the back door. He sits down and angrily asks for another drink.
The bartender walks over to him and shouts, "I told you, no drunks allowed. Now get the hell out of my bar!"
The drunk looks up and slurs, "How many freakin' bars you work at, anyway?"
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"We are what we repeatedly do. Excellence, therefore, is not an act, but a habit." - Aristotle
