A gentleman came in and sat next a pretty blonde at the bar. He ordered a drink and told the bartender to bring the lady whatever she was having as well. The two began to have a pleasant conversation.
After about three drinks the man was amazed by the woman’s seemingly high tolerance for alcohol. He gazed into her eyes for a moment and asked, “How many drinks does it take to get you tipsy?”
She frowned and gave the man quite a dirty look, “At least five or six, but my name isn’t ‘Tipsy’.”