She orders another one, saying "Barbender, gimme another Martoutsy."
The bartender gives her another one. By this time the lady is really dizzy, barely able to stand.
She says, "Barbender, your Martoutsys are causing me heartburn."
The bartender, maintaining his cool, whispers to her, "Lady, I ain't a barbender, I am a bartender, and what you have been drinking is not a Martoutsy, it's a Martini, and one more thing, you do not have heartburn, your b**bs are hanging in the ashtray."