At a world brewing convention in the United States, the chief executive officers of the top beer organizations went to the bar at the end of each day’s conference to find brag on which the best beer in the world is.
Bruce, CEO of Fosters, shouted 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, shouts next: “In the States, we brew the best beers in the world, and I make the King Beer of them all: pour me 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.”
The other CEOs stare at him in stunned silence, with total surprise written all over their faces.
Eventually Bruce asks, “Aren’t you going to have a Guinness, Pat?”
Paddy replies: “Well, if you pansies aren’t drinkin’, then neither am I”.