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Another one from the files of the somewhat shy but always irrepressible, Ebad...

Three gentlemen: a Scotsman, an Englishman and an Irishman were seated in a
tavern, having drinks.

As good as this 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 the Irishman, "back home in me favorite pub, 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 gets a bit o' nookie - all on the house!"

The Englishman and Scotsman were suspicious of the claims. The Irishman swore that
every word was true.

"Did this actually happen to you?"

"Not meself, personally. No," admitted the Irishman, "but it did happen to me sister
quite a few times."
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