An Englishman, a Scotsman, and an Irishman were
sittin' in a New York
corner
bar reminiscing about the "Old Country."
“Y'know" said the Scotsman, "I still prefer the pubs
back home. In
Glasgow
there's a little bar called McTavish's. Now the
landlord there goes
out of
his way for the locals so much that when you buy four
drinks he will
buy the
fifth drink for you."
"Well," said the Englishman, "at my local, The Red
Lion, the barman
there will
buy you your third drink after you buy the first two."
"Ahhhhh, that's nothing," said the Irishman.
"Back home in Dublin th ere's Ryan's Bar. Now the
moment you se t 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," asked the Englishman, "did this actually
happen to you?"
"Not me meself, personally, no," said the Irishman.
"But it did happen to me sister."
Stay sharp,
desmobob