Mick and Seamus fancied a pint or two but didn't have a lot of money.

Between the two of them, they had a staggering 50 cents.

Mick said "Hang on, I've got an idea" - he went next door to the butchers
shop and came out with one large sausage.

Seamus: "Are ya crazy? Shite, now we've no money left atall."

Mick: "Don't worry - just follow me," and went into the next pub where he
immediately ordered two pints of Guinness and two large Bushmill's.

Seamus: "Now ya lost it - do ya know how much trouble we'll be in? Christ!, we got no money!!"

Mick: "Don't worry me boy, I've got me a plan - Cheers!" So they downed
their drinks with great gusto.

Mick then said "OK, I'll stick the sausage through me zip - you'll go on
yer knees and put it in yer mouth." Said and done ... the landlord noticed it, went berserk and threw them out on the street.

They continued this, pub after pub after pub after pub, getting more and
more drunk - all for free.

At the 10th pub Seamus said "Mate, I can't go on no longer - I'm drunk and
me knees are killing me!"

Mick: "How the bejaseus do you think I feel? I lost me sausage in the 3rd
pub!