Paddy Irishman

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 home. 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 2." "Ahhh, that's
nothin," 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 pour scorn on the Irishman's
claims. But, the Irishman swears every word is true.
"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."