> from Esquire Magazine...
>
> "So this ordinary, middle-class American male walks into a bar. "Gimme
> a beer, whatever you have on tap," he says, slapping down a fiver. The
> bartender, smiling, reaches below the bar, audibly unzips his fly, and
> a moment later produces a tall glass that looks suspiciously as if it
> might be full of warm urine. But our guy is a trusting soul, and he
> gulps it down anyway. Big mistake. He retches, curses, and then storms
> out, furious.
>
> Three years later, the same guy walks into the same bar and asks the
> same bartender for a beer. No problemo, says the barkeep. Zzzzip.
> Handed what again looks like something better suited to a specimen
> jar, the guy barely even hesitates. Down the hatch it goes, and then
> halfway back up the hatch again. Tears of rage are shed; a lawsuit is
> threatened. Exit the dude, livid.
>
> Three years later, the same guy walks into the same bar and asks the
> same bartender for a beer.
>
> You're waiting for the punch line. It's not a joke, I'm afraid, it's a
> parable. The guy is you, the bar is the neighborhood multiplex, and
> the third steaming glass of piss you're about to be served with a
> smile is called "Star Wars: Episode III—Revenge of the Sith"
>
> For God's sake, don't drink it!"
>
> "So this ordinary, middle-class American male walks into a bar. "Gimme
> a beer, whatever you have on tap," he says, slapping down a fiver. The
> bartender, smiling, reaches below the bar, audibly unzips his fly, and
> a moment later produces a tall glass that looks suspiciously as if it
> might be full of warm urine. But our guy is a trusting soul, and he
> gulps it down anyway. Big mistake. He retches, curses, and then storms
> out, furious.
>
> Three years later, the same guy walks into the same bar and asks the
> same bartender for a beer. No problemo, says the barkeep. Zzzzip.
> Handed what again looks like something better suited to a specimen
> jar, the guy barely even hesitates. Down the hatch it goes, and then
> halfway back up the hatch again. Tears of rage are shed; a lawsuit is
> threatened. Exit the dude, livid.
>
> Three years later, the same guy walks into the same bar and asks the
> same bartender for a beer.
>
> You're waiting for the punch line. It's not a joke, I'm afraid, it's a
> parable. The guy is you, the bar is the neighborhood multiplex, and
> the third steaming glass of piss you're about to be served with a
> smile is called "Star Wars: Episode III—Revenge of the Sith"
>
> For God's sake, don't drink it!"
My money's on there ain't none. 
