At a world brewing convention in the States, the CEOs of various brewing

organizations retired to the bar at the end of each day's conference.

Bruce, 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: "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 Bruce asks:

"Are you not going to have a Guinness, Pat?"

Paddy replies "Well, if you ******' pansies aren't drinkin', then neither am I !!!