Hartwall, I Love Your...
A suavely dressed man walks up to a good looking woman in a bar. She smiles as he arrives but then he says: "I love your...ice," meaning her beer, but looking at her chest.
Offended, the woman slaps him and leaves. He takes her beer to cool the sting, as an ice pack, but then takes a swig of her beer and likes it.
Undaunted, he approaches another woman, who is equally offended by the gesture and hits him again.
Now, perhaps seeking more beer (if not more slaps), his masochistic quest continues.
Finally, the fellow walks up to another man (an enormous, bearded biker guy) and while looking down to the man's crotch, starts to say, "I love your..." Before he can even finish, the man angrily punches him.
A classic example of how male-to-male flattery -- and misunderstanding -- ends in a homophobic, violent response.