At a world brewing convention in the States, the bosses of various brewing organizations retired to the bar at the end of each day's conferencing.
Bruce, boss of Fosters, shouted to the Barman: "In 'Strailya, we make the best bloody beer in the world, so pour me a Fosters, mate."
Bob, boss of Budweiser calls out next: "In the States, we brew the finest beers of the world, and I make the king of them all - gimme a Bud."
Hans steps up next: "In Germany ve invented das beer. Give me un Becks, ze real King of beers."
Jan, chief executive of Grolsch follows by stating that Grolsch is the ultimate beer and asks for one with two fingers of head on top.
Paddy, boss of Guinness, steps forward: "Barman, give me a diet coke with ice and lemon. please".
The other four 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 pansies aren't drinkin', then neither am I".
Bruce, boss of Fosters, shouted to the Barman: "In 'Strailya, we make the best bloody beer in the world, so pour me a Fosters, mate."
Bob, boss of Budweiser calls out next: "In the States, we brew the finest beers of the world, and I make the king of them all - gimme a Bud."
Hans steps up next: "In Germany ve invented das beer. Give me un Becks, ze real King of beers."
Jan, chief executive of Grolsch follows by stating that Grolsch is the ultimate beer and asks for one with two fingers of head on top.
Paddy, boss of Guinness, steps forward: "Barman, give me a diet coke with ice and lemon. please".
The other four 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 pansies aren't drinkin', then neither am I".
