Love the Irish
A Scotsman, an Englishman, and an Irishman were drinking together in
McSorley's Bar in New York City and having a great St. Patrick's Day.
'Y'know', said the Scotsman', I still prefer the pubs back home. 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!'
'Ahhhrr, that's nothing', 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 to 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.
'Wow!', said the Englishman, 'Did this actually happen to you?'
'Not meself, personally, no', said the Irishman, 'But it did happen to me
Sister.'
