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Free Drinks Post by :xangelus2x Category :Funny Stories Author :Unknown Date :April 2012 Read :3828

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Free Drinks

An English man, Irishman and a Scottish man are sitting in a pub full of people.

The Englishman says, "The pubs in England are the best. You can buy one drink and get a second one free".

Everyone in the pub agreed and gave a big cheer.

The Scottish man says, "Yeah. That's quite good but in Scotland you can buy one drink and get another 2 for free."

Again, the crowd in the pub gave a big cheer.

The Irish man says "Your two pubs are good, but they are not as good as the ones in Ireland. In Ireland you can buy one pint, get another 3 for free and then get taken into the backroom for a f*ck"

The English says "WOW! Did that happen to you?" and the Irishman replies "No, but it happened to my sister."

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