“This Pub as good as it is,” said the Scotsman, "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 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 Paddy. "Back home in Belfast, there’s Mick’s Bar. 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 dat you get laid, all on the house!"
The Englishman and Scotsman immediately shout down Paddy’s claims, but he swears every word is true.
“Well,” said the Englishman, still suspicious. “Did this actually happen to you?”
“Not meself, personally, no,” admitted Paddy.
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“But it did happen to me sister quite a few times.”