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Three blokes are having a pint. "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."
"Ahhh, that's nothin'," said the Irishman. "Back home in Dublin there's
Ryan's Bar. Now, the moment you set foot in the place they'll buy ya a
drink, then another, all the drinks ya like. Then, when you've had
enough drinks they'll take ya upstairs and see that ya get laid. All on
the house."
The Englishman and the 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 mesel', personally, no," said the Irishman. "But it did happen
t' ma sister."
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