Three Highschool buddies, John, Bob, and Tim, vowed to reunite in 10 years after each went their separate ways after graduation.

John ended up going to Harvard Law school and became a very successful Lawyer.
Bob, started a tech company and got very rich.
Tim, however, spent his time partying and playing Aranock, never able to hold down a job and living in his Mom's basement.

10 years pass, and as promised they all hooked up together for a fun weekend reminiscing over days of yore.

John took the three of them to the Swanky Bistro in town. Tim was given a dinner jacket and tie for the occasion. He asked the Maître d' if they had any Beaucastel Chateauneuf Du Pape.
But of course, sir would you prefer the 2019 or 2017, both are very fine years. John chose the 2017, and then proceeded to explain to Bob and Tim, how he had developed a taste for fine wine and that it is now his drink of choice.

After dinner, Bob hailed his limo, and they traveled to an upscale Sports Bar. There he asked for the private "game room". Right this way the hot bar keep said and escorted them to a back room with a walk-in cooler with every rare beer you could imagine a Pool table, dart board, and shuffle board. all for their private use. They played and drank and got loosened up. Bob, explained he toured Europe and fell in love with all the different styles and varieties of beer.

Tim, feeling the night was a bit boring, suggested they go and find a Frat party and live it up since they never could party together since high school.
reluctantly the other two agreed, and then they piled in to the limo to find a party they could crash.

Soon they found house that had music blaring and a line out the door. They got out of the limo and waited or about 1/2 an hour before getting in. It was loud and packed full of kids drinking and having the time of their lives.
John looked around and saw a bunch of tight bodied hot girls in line over by a box of wine, knowing he was going to enjoy the cheap beer and whatever was in the punch bowl even less.
Bob said great I will head over to keg line and try and get a cold one. Bob mosied on over and grabbed a Red Solo cup and got behind a dozen frat boys and waited his turn.
Tim glanced over at the table a and saw a punch bowl with empty bottles of cheap vodka and taquila scattered about it. He walked over dipped the ladle in and poured a cup of the putrid punch.

Tiim walked back and waited for John and Bob.

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What? There wasn't a punch line!