Sitting in a bar in the English Midlands, a Scotsman says, "As good as this pub is, I still prefer the pubs back 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 an Englishman, "At my local in London, the Red Lion, the barman will buy you your third drink after you buy the first two."
"Ah, that's nothin'," said an Irishman, "back home in my favorite pub,the moment you set foot in the place, they'll buy you a drink, then another, all the drinks you like, actually.Then, when you've had enough drinks, they'll take you upstairs and see that you gets laid, all on the house!"
The Englishman and Scotsman were suspicious of the claims, but the Irishman swore every word was true. "Did this actually happen to you?" they asked. "Not meself personally, no," admitted the Irishman, "but it did happen to me sister quite a few times."
