> Three guys go into a bar: a guy from Dallas, a guy
> from San Francisco, and
> a guy from Boulder. They drank and got a little
> rowdy.  Suddenly,
> completely without warning, the Texan grabbed a
> bottle of tequila,
> unscrewed the top, took a good swig, and threw the
> bottle into the air. He
> then jerked a Colt .45 pistol out of his pocket and
> shot the bottle,
> spraying tequila all over everything and everybody.
> The patrons at the bar shouted, "Hey, bud, why'd you
> waste that tequila?"
> The Texan said, "Heck, it's just tequila. Us Texans
> go across the border
> all the time and get all the tequila we want."
> Not to be outdone, the Californian whipped out a
> corkscrew and uncorked a
> bottle of wine. He poured some into a glass, swirled
> it, sniffed, commented
> on the tart insolence of its bouquet, sipped, tossed
> the bottle in the air,
> nicked it with a round from a silly little
> chrome-plated pistol, and
> showered a couple of patrons at the bar with wine.
> The patrons, upset by the casual waste and general
> lack of concern for
> their safety, expressed their displeasure and
> astonishment, to which the
> Californian replied, "Well, I'm from Napa Valley,
> and we have more than
> enough wine where I come from."
> The Boulderite, a quiet observer up to this point,
> touched the
> crystal hanging from his neck, adjusted his
> Birkenstocks, flipped
> back his ponytail, put down his guitar, and borrowed
> a bottle opener
> from the bartender. He popped the top off a bottle
> of Fat Weasel beer,
> hammered it back, threw the empty bottle into the
> air, pulled a 9mm
> Beretta, took careful aim, shot both the Californian
> and the Texan, and
> caught the falling bottle.
> The patrons screamed in utter disbelief, "Why'd you
> do that?"
> The Boulderite replied, "I'm from Colorado. We've
> already got too
> many Texans and way too many  Californians, but
> glass bottles, now
> those can be recycled!"