Fella walks into a bar and asks the Bartender for a shot of Old Rabbit. The old Bartender scratches his head. “Old Rabbit?” he says. “Never heard tell of Old Rabbit. Reckon it doesn’t exist. But I got some Old Crow,” he says while placing the bottle on the bar. “Old Crow?” the fella says. “Why, I don’t want to fly, I just want to hop around a little.”