They were in the Pub and were commenting on the drinks and the atmosphere.
"As good as this is," said the Scotsman, "I still prefer the pubs back home. In Glasgow, there's a wee place called McTavish's. The landlord there goes out of his way for the locals. When you buy 4 drinks, he'll buy the fifth drink."
"Well Angus," said the Englishman, "at my local in London, The Red Lion, the barman will buy your third drink after you buy the first two.
"Ahhh, Dat's nothin'" said the Irishman, "back home in my favorite pub, the moment you set foot in the place, they'll buy you a drink and then another, all the drinks you like, actually. Then when you have had enough drinks, they take you upstairs and see you get laid, all on the house."
The Englishman and the Scotsman were suspicious of the claim. The Irishman swore every word was true.
"Did this actually happen to you?"
"Not meself, personally," admitted the Irishman, "but it did happen to me sister quite a few times."
An old nun who was living in a convent next to a construction site noticed the coarse language of the workers and decided to spend some time, with them to correct their ways.
She decided she would take her lunch; sit with workers; and talk to them.
She put a sandwich in a brown paper bag and walked over to the spot where the men were eating.
Sporting a big smile, she walked up to the group and asked, "And do you men know Jesus Christ?"
They shook their heads and looked at each other....very confused.
One of the workers looked up into the steelworks and yelled out. "Anybody up there know Jesus Christ?" One of the steelworkers yelled down, "Why?"
"Cause His wife's here with his lunch."