Crafty Free Beer

My mate Mike and I stopped into the local pub for a drink. We
called the landlord over and asked him to settle an argument.

“Are there two pints in a quart or four?” asked Mike.

“There be two pints in a quart,” confirmed the landlord.

We moved back along the bar and soon the barmaid asked for
our order.

“Two pints please, miss, and the landlord offered to buy
them for us.” says Mike.

The barmaid doubted that her boss would be so generous, so
I called out to the landlord at the other
end of the bar, “You did say two pints, didn’t you?”

“That’s right,” he called back, “two pints.”

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