A man walks into a pub carrying a crocodile under one arm. He goes up to the
barman and says, 'Hey, mate, do ye serve Protestants in this bar?'
One wary eye on the crocodile, the barman replies,
'Aye, sure we do.'
'Okay,' says the customer, 'In that case, a pint of lager for me an a Hun for
ma wee pal here.'
