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An Irishman, an Englishman, and a Scot were sitting in a bar.
The view was fantastic, the beer excellent, the food exceptional.

"Y'ken," said the Scotsman, "I still prefer the pubs back home.
Why, in Glasgow there's a wee 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 nuttin," said the Irishman.
"Back home in Dublin there's O'Driscoll's 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."

"Well!" said the Englishman, "Has this actually happened to you?"

"Not me myself, personally, no," said the Irishman, "but it did happen
to
me sister."

Posted By: Mushy Pea, Aug 13, 18:00:27