An infinite number of mathematicians walk into a bar.
The bar tender: “What'll it be, boys?”
The first mathematician: “I’ll have one half of a beer.”
The second mathematician: “I’ll have one quarter of a beer.”
The third mathematician: “I’ll have one eight of a beer.”
The forth mathematician: “I’ll have one sixteenth of a ...”
The bar tender interrupts: “Oh, fuck the lot of ya!” ...and he pours a single full beer.

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