At a world brewing convention in California, the CEOs of various brewing organizations retired to the bar at the end of each day's conference.
Brian, CEO of Fosters, shouted to the Barman: "In 'Strylya, we make the best bloody beer in the world, so pour me a bloody Fosters, mate."
Bob, CEO of Budweiser, calls out next: "Here, 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, ferdamt. Give me ein Becks, ya ist der real King of beers, danke."
Paddy, CEO of Guinness, steps forward: "Barman, would ya give me a diet Coke with ice and lemon? Tanks."
The others stare at him in stunned silence, amazement written all over their faces. Eventually Brian asks: "Are you not going to have a Guinness, Pat?"
Paddy replies "Well, if you fookin' pansies aren't drinkin', then neither am I." __________________
