Bourbon

A guy walks into a bar, clearly frazzled, and orders 12 shots of bourbon. The bartender lines them up, and the guy takes them down, hand over hand. He gets through about seven before taking a pause.

"You okay," asks the bartender. "You seem like you're in a hurry."

"You''d be in a hurry, too, if you had what I had."

"What do you have?" questions the bartender.

"Seventy-five cents."