At a New Year's party being held in a penthouse suite downtown, there's a man in a blue suit drinking everyone under the table. At one point, he walks over to a window and opens it, licks his finger and sticks it outside. he shakes his head no, closes it and goes back for more drinks. An hour later, he goes to the window, does the same thing with his finger, but this time nods his head yes. He closes the window and goes outside.
The man in the blue suit walks to the edge, finishes off his drink, takes a step off the building and then turns around. He goes back in for another drink. Another hour passes, and he does the same thing again, but this time walks across the street, 100 stories up mind you, to the next building, turns around and comes back to the party.
Needless to say, he's drawn a substantial crowd at this point. It's not every night one sees a person walk to another building 100 stories above the street. The crowd wants more. Of course, in every crowd there is a heckler and he fluffs it off. "You did it mirrors and wires", he says. "Then where the hell is the wire on his back?", asks a young man. The heckler decides to find out. "How'd you do that" he asks the man in the blue suit.
"Well, you see, I'm a theoretical physicist" the man in the blue suit begins "and I have proposed that when the wind hits the side of a building at a certain velocity, it will shoot upwards, supporting a person's weight. This velocity must exceed a particular speed, because with anything less, that person will plummet to their certain death. Would you like to give it a go?"
"Sure, if you can do it, so can I" says the heckler. The man in the blue suit pulls out a calculator. "How much do you weigh?" he asks. "185 pounds" says the heckler. After some quick calculations, the man in the blue suit says "If you want to succeed, you must do it right now."
The heckler walks to the edge of the building. The young man from earlier tells the heckler, "Don't do it mister. You'll be sorry." The heckler fluffs him off saying "I know what I'm doing."
The heckler takes a deep breath, takes a step off the edge and plummets 100 stories to his death.
The young man walks up to the man in the blue suit and tells him, "You're a mean son of a b**** when you're drunk, Superman."