An Irishman, an Englishman and a Scot were sitting in a bar. The view
was fantastic, the beer excellent, the food exceptional.

"Y'ken," said the Scotsman, "I still prefer the pubs back hame. Why, in
Glasgow there's a wee bar called McTavish's. Now, the landlord there
goes out of his way for the locals so much that when you buy 4 drinks,
he will buy the 5th drink for you."

"Well," said the Englishman, "at my local, The Red Lion, the barman
there will buy you your 3rd drink after you buy the first two."

"Ahhh, that's nuttin," said the Irishman. "Back home in Dublin there's
O'Driscoll'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."

"Wow," said the Englishman, "did this actually happen to you?"

"Not me myself, personally, no," said the Irishman "but it did happen to
me sister."


I know it's not a sick joke, it's just a normal funnyish joke. I didn't wan't to post a sick joke, because, well, you know how when you look in someone's profile you see their answers to Questions? Just think how appaling a sick joke is going to look stuck there in a profile, taken out of context of this whole thing. Jeez I'm way too sensible sometimes. I'll just pootle off now and replace the caps on people's pens so they don't all dry out (cos that's the kind of sensible guy I am).
( Purple Martin is board sigless, Fri 10 Sep 2004, 6:01, closed)