An Englishman, an Irishman and a Scotsman go into a really rough bar, and the Englishman says “What do, what, what do you, do you, what do you guys want to drink?”. The Scotsman says “I’ll have a, have a, have, have a, I’ll have a whisky please” and the Irishman says “I’d like, I’d, I’d like a, like a, I’d like a pint, a pint of, I’d like a pint of stout if that’s all right.”
So the Englishman says “A pint of, a pint, a pint of bitter, a pint, a pint of bitter, a whisky, a pint of bitter, a whisky and a pint, a pint of bitter, a whisky and a pint of stout please” to the brassy blonde barmaid, who laughs in his face and says:
“I’ll do you better than that, boys, if any of you three can answer me one question then you can have a free shag right now on the pool table, but you’ve got to answer it without stammering. So, limey, where are you from?”
And the Englishman says “Birming, Birm, Birm, I’m from, I’m from Birmingham,” and she says “Oh, good try, but looks like you lose,” and everyone in the bar laughs cruelly at his speech impediment.
“Now it’s your turn, Jock, tell me where you’re from without stammering and it’s a free shag for you,” and he says “Aber, Aber, Aber, I’m from Ab, I’m from Aberdeen.” And he gets the same mocking laughter for his display of verbal ineptitude.
Finally she turns to the Irishman and before she even gets through asking him “And now, Paddy, where are you-” he yells “LONDON!”. And the whole crowd roar with laughter as the barmaid curses foully, because to be honest they don’t much mind whose discomfiture they get to laugh at, and to a din of taunts and jeers she hitches up her skirt and bends over the pool table and Paddy helps himself.
…And just as he’s on the final strokes he screams “-DERRY!”