The oirish agin!

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."

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

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

Now he's gotta be a Volvo driver

Ah Christopher me old son, that's a yarn I never tire of hearin, agin and agin and agin. ;)

Ah Hovo me hoverin' hoon, an oldy but a goody...... and I do mean the joke...
;)