There were a Texan, a Californian, and a Washingtonian camping in the woods.

By the campfire after dark the Texan opened up a bottle of Yukon Jack, took a swig, threw the bottle in the air, pulled out a double barrel shotgun, and blew the bottle to pieces.

The Washingtonian looked at him and said, "Why didn't you finish it?"

The Texan replied, "It's okay, we've got plenty of Yukon Jack where I come from."

The Californian then pulled out a bottle of Cabernet, took a sip, then threw the rest in the air, pulled out a .38 special, and shot the bottle.

He then looked around and said, "That's okay, we've got plenty more in California."

The Washingtonian then pulled out a bottle of Micro-Brewery Ale, drank it all down, tossed the empty bottle in air, pulled out a pistol, shot the Californian, and caught the bottle.

He then looked over at the Texan and said, "It's okay, we've got plenty of Californians in Washington, but I have to recycle the bottle."