Siamese twins walk into a pub in Ontario and park themselves on a bar stool. One of them says to the landlord: “Don’t mind us, were joined at the hip. I’m John, he’s Jim. Two Molson Canadian beers: draft, please.”
The landlord, feeling slightly awkward, tries to make polite conversation while pouring the beers. “Been on holiday yet, lads?”
“Off to England next month,” says John. “We go to England every year and hire a car and drive for miles, don’t we, Jim?”
Jim agrees.
“Ah, England!” says the landlord. “Wonderful country: the history, the beer, the culture…”
“Nah, we don’t like that British stuff,” says John. “Hamburgers and Molsons beer, that’s us, eh Jim? And we can’t stand the English!”
“So why keep going to England?” asks the landlord.
“It’s the only chance Jim gets to drive.”