Patrick asks the bartender for an Irish Car Bomb. After he orders, I point out to him that he's still got half of a draft PBR to drink.
"Why don't you just order the Baileys and the Jameson and drop them into the PBR?"
"That sounds horrible", Patrick states correctly.
"Well, yeah", I say, "but it's practical since you've already got the beer right there."
"That would sully the good name of the Irish Car Bomb."
"Then we'll call it a Guatemalan Car Bomb."
"No - it's gotta be something worse than that."
"Zimbabwean AIDS Bomb?"
"Wow. Did you just go there?"
"I totally did."
His Irish Car Bomb arrives. He sets his PBR aside and brings his shot glass and Guinness closer to him.
"I'll stick with the classic tonight," he says before dropping the shot glass into the Guinness.