Bad Joke to Improve Your Mood

This is a bad joke. But while the group it makes fun of and location are *insert here* variables, I decided to go with the South and rednecks. Because as a white man living in the South, that's the only group I can get away with messing with.

A mild-mannered man walks into a bar. This bar is on the fourth floor of a hotel in Charlotte, North Carolina. He orders ten shots of the strongest rotgut in the bar. He downs the ten shots in rapid succession, and promptly jumps out the window. A crowd goes to the window, and see the man dust himself off and walk away. A group of rednecks go back to their booth and get to talking. They'd had several pitchers of Bud already, and seeing as how alcohol improves one's judgement, they saunter up to the bar. They demanded ten shots of whatever that man had just had. They all take the shots and stumble over to the large opening and fall out, crashing into the street below. The bartender sighs, and shakes his head. He dials 911. "Hello? Yes, I have an emergency. This is Joe down at Mack's at the Plaza. Yes. Fourth floor. It seems that Superman is screwing with the rednecks again."

Thank you, thank you. I'll be here all week.