A Texan, a Kentuckian, a Californian, and an Oregonian are all sitting around a campfire...

A Texan, a Kentuckian, a Californian, and an Oregonian are all sitting around a campfire, talking and BSing. Being a Texan, the first man decides to use a lull in the conversation to prove his manhood to the group. He pulls out a 6-pack of Lone Star beer and a revolver, slams down one of the beers in record time, throws the rest of the full cans up in the air, and shoots each one individually with the gun. The group is incredulous, and asks him why he just wasted all that beer. He smirks and says "Where I come from, we got a lot of that."

Not to be outdone, the Kentuckian reaches into his bag, pulls out a .45 and a bottle of fine Kentucky bourbon. He opens it up, takes one good long drink, throws the mostly full bottle up in the air, and blasts it to smithereens. Same as before, everybody is upset at the waste of perfectly good booze, and asks him why he did it. He looks dead at the Texan and says, "Where I come from, we got a lot of that."

Now the Californian is thinking he can't let these hillbillies upstage him. He goes back to his car, pulls out his prize Sig Sauer (a movie prop he bought at auction) and a $3000, award-winning bottle of Napa Valley Red. He opens it, sniffs the cork, swirls the wine around, and without drinking a sip throws the bottle in the air and shoots it. Everyone is flabbergasted he would waste so much money. He turns to the southerners and sniffs, "Where I come from we have a lot of that."

Now everyone is looking at the Oregonian. He pulls out a Nalgene bottle full of something he obviously brewed at home. Everyone starts to snicker. He turns to the Californian and asks to borrow his gun, since he doesn't own one of his own. Expectations are high now -- Is there something special in the bottle? The Oregonian opens the lid on a solid craft brew, takes a long, relaxed sip, and shoots the Californian.

The Texan and Kentuckian are in shock. "Good God, man! What the hell d'ya do that for? Ya killt 'im!" The Oregonian shrugs, takes another sip, and says, "Where I come from, we got a lot of that."