An Irishman, an Englishman and a Scotsman were sitting in a bar in Sydney, Australia.
“The view is fantastic, the beer excellent, and the food exceptional,” said the Scotsman, “but I still prefer the pubs back home. Why in Glasgow there’s a little bar call McTavish’s. Now the landlord there goes out of his way for the locals so much that, when you buy four drinks, he’ll by 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 you a drink, then another, all the drinks you like. Then, when you’ve had enough drink, they’ll take you upstairs and see that you get laid; all on the house.”
The Englishman and Scotsman immediately pour scorn on the Irishman’s claims.
He swears every word is true.
“Well,” said the Englishman, “did this actually happen to you?”
“Not myself personally, no,” said the Irishman, “but it did happen to my sister.”