Siamese twins walk into a pub in Ontario and park themselves on a bar
stool. One of them says to the landlord, ‘Don’t mind us, were 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 stuff,’ says John. ‘ Hamburgers & Molsons
beer, that’s us, eh Jim? And we can’t stand the English - .’
‘So why keep going to England ?’ asks the landlord.
‘It’s the only chance Jim gets to drive.!
FOFLOL Oh, grrrrroan.
A: Because they can’t tell the difference between a Bishop and a Queen