“Y’know” said the Scotsman, “I still prefer the pubs back home. In Glasgow there’s a little bar called McTavishs. Now the landlord there goes out of his way for the locals so much that when you buy 4 drinks he will buy the 5th drink for you.”
“Well”, said the Englishman, “at my local, the Red Lion, the barman there will buy you your 3rd drink after you buy the first 2.”
“Ahhhhh, that’s nothing”, said the Irishman. “Back home in Dublin there’s Ryans Bar. Now the moment you set foot in the place they’ll buy you a drink, then another, all the drinks you like. Then when you’ve had enough drinks they’ll take you upstairs and see that you get laid. All on the house.”
The Englishman and Scotsman immediately scorn the Irishman’s claims. But he swears every word is true.
“Well,” said the Englishman, “did this actually happen to you?”
“Not me meself, personally, no,” said the Irishman. “But it did happen to me sister.”
As stolen from DDN – cheers Mr Tickle 😉