So, these four guys, a Texan, a New Yorker, a Frenchman and a Bostonian are in a bar drinking silently at their table, each with a bottle of liquor in front of him. Suddenly the Texan hurls his bottle of burbon into the air, whips out a gun, and before the bottle can hit the ground, blows it to smithereens. "YAHOO!" he declares "in Texas, we've got plenty of Burbon!" He returns to the table, orders another bottle and resumes drinking.

Shortly thereafter, the Frenchman rises without warning, tosses his bottle skyward and blasts it out of the air with an antique pistol. "Zut, alors!" he explains, "En France we have lots of champagne!" Having done this, he too returns to the table with a new bottle.

Some considerable number of moments later, it dawns on the New Yorker that a pattern has been established, and he too throws his bottle up and shatters it with a single shot of his Saturday Night Special. "In New York", he tersely observes, "we got plenty of vodka."

Silence is only re-established for a brief period before the Bostonian draws his gun and shoots the New Yorker, explaining, "In Boston, we've got plenty of New Yorkers. And we never waste alcohol."