irish pub

Y'know" said the Scotsman, "I still prefer the pubs
back home. In Glasgow there's a little 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."

"Ahhhhh, 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 and 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.
"Well," asked the Englishman, "did this actually
happen to you?"

"Not me meself, personally, no," said the Irishman .
"But it did happen to me sister."