Seeing as we've seen the very same joke in the same place (Arachne
chat) a couple of years ago, I think I'll risk repeating it, even
though we've gone much further along the road of prisms and prunes
since then...
From: D. C.
"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, and another again - 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."
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Tamara P Duvall http://t-n-lace.net/
Lexington, Virginia, USA (Formerly of Warsaw, Poland)
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