Siamese twins walk into a bar in Houston, Texas, 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 Budweiser drafts, please."

The bartender, feeling slightly awkward, tries to make polite conversation while pouring the beers. "Been on vacation yet, fellas?"

"Off to Australia next month," says John. "We go there every year, rent a car and drive for days. Don't we, Jim?" Jim agrees.

"Ah, good old Oz!" says the bartender. "Wonderful country... The outback, the beer, the barbies, the babes, the mates..."

"Nah, we don't like that Aussie crap," says John.
"Hamburgers and Buds, that's us, ain’t it Jim?
And we don’t care for the Aussies-- they're so vulgar and arrogant, and they shorten every word."

"So why keep going there?" asks the bartender.

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

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