A man walks into a bar and asks for 10 shots of the establishment’s finest single malt scotch.
The bartender sets him up, and the man takes the first shot in the row and pours it on the floor. He then takes the last shot in the row and does the same.
Confused, the bartender asks: “Why did you do that?”
The man replies: “Well the first shot always tastes horrible, and the last one always makes me sick!”