Five hours into his first night in new york Olaf steps into a bar and orders 10 double shots of finlandia, straight up. The bartender pours 10 doubles and lines 'em up. From left to right; Olaf works down the line.
As he finishes the 10th double shot the barkeep asks "So, whatcha celebrating?"
Olaf solemly states "My first american blow job."
"well, hell;" sez the barkeep, "..let me buy yah one!"
"Noooo.. that's fine of you, but I think not. If 10 didn't kill the taste, 11 won't do any good."