A Canadian guy is travelling around the Greek Islands. He walks into a bar and, by chance, is served by a Canadian barmaid. As she takes his order, a Molsons, she notices his accent. Over the course of the evening they get chatting. At the end of her shift he asks if she wants to come back to his place.
Although she is attracted to him she says no.
He then offers to pay her $200 to sleep with him.
As she is travelling around the world, and is short of funds, she agrees.
The next night the guy turns up again. Again he orders Molsons and after showing her plenty of attention, asks if she will sleep with him again for $200. She remembers the payout from night before and is only too happy to agree.
This goes on for 5 nights. On the 6th night the guy comes in again, orders Molsons but goes and sits in the corner. The barmaid thinks that if she pays him more attention then, maybe she can shake some more cash out of him. So she goes over and sits next to him.
She asks him where he’s from in Canada.
‘Thunder Bay’, he tells her.
‘So am I. What area?,’ she enquires.
‘Port Arthur,’ he replies.
‘That’s amazing,’ she says excitedly, ‘so am I – what street?’
‘Cameo Street’ he replies.
‘This is unbelievable……….’ she says, her voice quavering. ‘What number?’
‘Number 20’, he replies.
She is totally astonished. ‘You are NOT going to believe this,’ she screams, ‘but I’m from number 22! My parents still live there!’
‘I know…’ he says, ‘Your Dad gave me $1,000 to give to you’
HE WHO DRINKS Canadian, THINKS Canadian!