Three Irish bricklayers, Shamus, Mick and Paddy, are now living Australia and are having a pint o’ Guinness in an “Irish” pub in Perth.

Shamus: “To be sure lads, deez Irish pubs remind me a little of our pubs back home in Blarney, but dey’ve git nuttin on the real ting!”

Mick: Aye... to be sure Shamus, at me wee local back in de o’ country, when yee’ve had yer sixt’ pint o’ Guinness, they give ye yer sevent’ for free, to be sure!”

Shamus: Well, back at my wee local, when yee’ve had yer sixt’ pint o’ Guinness, dey not only give ye yer sevent’ for free, but den dey give ye a Whiskey chaser of da finest Irish single malt… also fer free!”

Mick: “To be sure, dat sounds like a grand wee pub Shamus!”

Paddy: “Well, dat’s nuttin!… back at my wee local, when yee’ve had yer sixt’ pint o’ Guinness, dey not only give ye yer sevent’ for free, but den dey give ye a Whiskey chaser of da finest Irish single malt… also fer free, but dat’s not all, coz den dey take ye out de back and dey shag ya brains out!”

Mick: "Noooo… to be sure?... has dat happened ta ya Paddy?"

Paddy: "Not t’ me!... da pub only opened after I left for Australia, but my wee sister tells me dat her and her girlfriends go der every Sat’day evenin’ and dey’ve never not got der free shag yet!"



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