Siamese twins walk into a pub in Ontario and park themselves on a
barstool. One of them says to the landlord, 'Don't mind us, we're joined
at the hip. I'm John, he's Jim. Two Molson Canadian beers, draft
please'.
The landlord, feeling slightly awkward, tries to make polite
conversation while pouring the beers. 'Been on holiday yet, lads?'
'Off to England next month,' says John. 'We go to England every year
and hire a car and drive for miles, don't we, Jim?'
Jim agrees.
'Ah, England!' says the landlord. 'Wonderful country... the history, the
beer, the culture...'
'Nah, we don't like that British crap,' says John. 'Hamburgers & Molsons
beer, that's us, eh Jim? And we can't stand the English - they're so
arrogant and rude.'
'So why keep going to England ?' asks the landlord.
'It's the only chance Jim gets to drive.'
barstool. One of them says to the landlord, 'Don't mind us, we're joined
at the hip. I'm John, he's Jim. Two Molson Canadian beers, draft
please'.
The landlord, feeling slightly awkward, tries to make polite
conversation while pouring the beers. 'Been on holiday yet, lads?'
'Off to England next month,' says John. 'We go to England every year
and hire a car and drive for miles, don't we, Jim?'
Jim agrees.
'Ah, England!' says the landlord. 'Wonderful country... the history, the
beer, the culture...'
'Nah, we don't like that British crap,' says John. 'Hamburgers & Molsons
beer, that's us, eh Jim? And we can't stand the English - they're so
arrogant and rude.'
'So why keep going to England ?' asks the landlord.
'It's the only chance Jim gets to drive.'
