Paddy goes to the horse races in Dublin. In the evening, he walks into a pub and orders a large brandy for himself and drinks for everyone in the bar.
“And have one yourself,” he tells the bartender, generously. Half an hour later, the order is repeated, and this goes on all evening until at closing time, the bartender taps Paddy on the shoulder.
“I hope you don’t mind my mentioning it,” he says, “but your bill comes to two hundred pounds.” “Does it?” asks Paddy. “Well I am sorry to hear that, because I’ve not got a penny.”
The bartender leaps over the bar and starts to beat Paddy and eventually kicks him out of the door, into the street. The next evening, the pub is just opening when Paddy walks in.
“A large brandy for me,” he announces, “and drinks for everyone in the bar. But I am not giving you one,” he says to the barman. “After a couple of drinks, you get very nasty!”
