At a world  brewing convention in the States, the CEOs of various brewing organizations  retired to the bar at the end of each day's conference.
Bruce, CEO of  Fosters, shouted to the Barman: "In 'Strylya, we make the best bloody beer  in the world, so pour me a bloody Fosters, mate."
Bob, CEO of  Budweiser, calls out next: "In the States, we brew the finest beers of the  world, and I make the king of them all, gimme a Bud."
Hans steps up  next: "In Germany ve invented das beer, ferdamt. Give me ein Becks, ya ist  der real King of beers, danke."
 
Paddy, CEO of  Guinness, steps forward: "Barman, would ya give me a diet coke with ice and  lemon? Tanks."
 
The others  stare at him in stunned silence, amazement written all over their faces.
 
Eventually  Bruce asks: "Are you not going to have a Guinness, Pat?"
 
Paddy replies  "Well, if you  pansies aren't drinkin', then neither am  I!