home. In Glasgow, there's a wee place called McTavish's. The landlord goes
out of his way for the locals. When you buy four drinks, he'll buy the fifth
drink."
"Well, Angus," said the Englishman, "At my local in London, the Red Lion,
the barman will buy you your third drink after you buy the first two."
"Ahhh, dat's nothin'," said the Irishman, "back home in Cork at my favourite
pub, 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 dat you gets laid, all on the house!"
The Englishman and Scotsman were suspicious of the claims. The Irishman
swore every word was true, but they ask, "Did this actually happen to you?"
"Not meself, personally, no," admitted the Irishman, "but it did happen to
me sister quite a few times."
