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Siamese twins walk into a bar in Canada, and park themselves on a
bar stool.

One of them says to the bartender, "Don't mind us; we're joined at the
hip. I'm John, he's Jim. Two Molson Canadian beers, draft please."

The bartender, feeling slighty 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 agrees.

"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
beer, that's us, eh Jim? And we can't stand the English - they're so arrogant
and rude.

"So why keep going to England?" asks the bartender.

"It's the only chance Jim gets to drive."