An Ilocano, a Cebuano and an Ilonggo
were sitting in a bar in Makati. The ambiance was
fantastic, the beer very cold and the food exceptional.

“But,” said the Ilocano, “I still prefer
the bars back home. Why, in Vigan there’s
a little bar where the owner goes out of his way
for the locals. When you buy eight drinks, he
will buy the ninth.”

The Cebuano responded, “Well, at my
local bar, the owner would buy you your third
drink after you bought the first two.”

“Ah, that’s nothing,” the Ilonggo said. “Back
home in Iloilo there’s this bar where the moment you
set foot in the place they’ll buy you a drink and
keep them coming all night. Then when you’ve
had enough to drink, they take you upstairs
and see that you get laid. All on the house.”

The Ilocano and Cebuano immediately
doubted the Ilonggo’s claims.

“Well,” said the Cebuano, “did this actually
happen to you?”

“No, not myself personally,” said the Ilonggo.
“But it did happen to my girlfriend.”