Rainman asked:


An Englishman, an Irishman and a Scotsman were in a pub in downtown New York.
Och, said the Scotsman, Ah 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 four drinks, he’ll give you the fifth drink for nothing. Well, said the Englishman, At my local, the Red Lion, the barman will buy you your third drink after you’ve bought the first two.
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 poured scorn on the Irishman’s claims – but he swore every word was true.
Well asked the Englishman, Did this actually happen to you?
No, no, not meself, personally, no, said the Irishman. But it did happen to me sister.