It’s been an unusually hot day in Norway. Inga Swenson has been working in her garden all afternoon.
Inga is not a regular beer drinker, but in this heat, she thinks a beer would really hit the spot. So after cleaning up from her gardening, she walks down the street to the local bar.
Ole, the bar tender greets her “Hi Inga. What can I get you?”, Ole asks.
“Well I tink yust a beer, Ole”, Inga replies.
“Anheuser-Busch?, asks Ole.
“Oh fine tanks, Ole. And hows your weener?”, she replies.
(From a previous OFST...)
An Irishman an Englishman and a Scotsman were sitting in a bar in Sydney.
The view was fantastic, the beer excellent, and the food exceptional.
“But” said the Scotsman. “I still prefer the pubs back home. Why in Glasgow there’s a little 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 drink 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.
He swears every word is true.
“Well” said the Englishman “Did this actually happen to you?”
“Not myself personally no” said the Irishman, “But it did happen to my sister.”