Java, C and LISP walk in to a bar, all aiming to get shitfaced.
The bartender asks, 'What'll it be?'
C replies before the other two even comprehend the question
'I'll have a couple of shots of Tequila, bottom shelf'
Java then mutters
'I don't like to think about these things, I'll take whatever you think will get me fucked up'
The bartender hands JAVA a shitty Jager bomb.
LISP looks confused, pauses for a bit and then says
'Making this decision is exhausting! Just give me what C ordered.'