>>An Irishman, an Englishman and a Scot 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 MacTavish'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 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."
>>
>>
>>"Really?" said the Englishman, "did this actually
>>happen to you?"
>>
>>
>>"Not me meself, personally, no," said the Irishman,
>>"but it did happen to me sister."
