At a world brewing convention the CEOs of various brewing organisations retired to the bar at the end of each day's conference.
Bruce, CEO of Fosters, calls to the barman:
In 'Strylya, we make the best bladdy beer in the world, so pour me a bladdy Fosters, mate."
Bob, CEO of Budweiser, calls out next:
"In the States, we brew the finest beers of the world, and I make the king of them all, so gimme a Bud."
Hans steps up next:
"In Germany ve invented das beer, verdamt. Give me ein Becks, ya ist der real king of beers, danke."
Paddy, CEO of Guinness, steps forward:
"Barman, would ya give me a doyet coke wid ice and lemon. Tanks a million."
The others stare at him in stunned silence, amazement written all over their faces. Eventually Bruce asks: "Are you not going to have a Guinness, Pat?" Paddy replies: "Well, if you bunch o' pansies aren't drinkin', den neither am oi."
Bruce, CEO of Fosters, calls to the barman:
In 'Strylya, we make the best bladdy beer in the world, so pour me a bladdy Fosters, mate."
Bob, CEO of Budweiser, calls out next:
"In the States, we brew the finest beers of the world, and I make the king of them all, so gimme a Bud."
Hans steps up next:
"In Germany ve invented das beer, verdamt. Give me ein Becks, ya ist der real king of beers, danke."
Paddy, CEO of Guinness, steps forward:
"Barman, would ya give me a doyet coke wid ice and lemon. Tanks a million."
The others stare at him in stunned silence, amazement written all over their faces. Eventually Bruce asks: "Are you not going to have a Guinness, Pat?" Paddy replies: "Well, if you bunch o' pansies aren't drinkin', den neither am oi."
