Canadian Siamese Twins
Siamese twins walk into a bar in Canada and park themselves on two bar stools. One of them says to the bartender, "Don't mind us; we're justjoined at the hip. I'm John, he's Jim. Two Molson drafts, please."
The bartender, 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, rent a car and drive for miles. Don't we, Jim?" Jim nods.
"Ah, England!" says the bartender. "Wonderful country ... the history, the beer, the culture ..."
"Nah, we don't like that British crap," says John. "Hamburgers and Molson's, that's us, eh Jim? Besides, we can't stand the English - they're so arrogant and rude."
"So why keep going back to England ?" asks the bartender.
"It's the only chance Jim gets to drive.
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