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Weekend Humour
An Englishman, a Scot and an Irishman were sitting in a bar. The view
was fantastic, the beer excellent, and 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 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 two."
"Ahhh, that's nuttin," said the Irishman. "Back home in Dublin there's
Ryan'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, "did this actually happen to you?"
"Not me myself, personally, no," said the Irishman, "but it did happen
to me sister.
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