the Irish

Can I have some Irish Sausages, please?' asked the Irishman, walking
Up to the counter.

The assistant looked at him and asked: 'Are you Irish?'

'If I had asked you for Italian sausage, would you ask me if I was
Italian?' demanded the Irishman indignantly. 'Or, if I asked for German
Bratwurst, would you ask me if I was German?'

Then, warming to his theme, he went on: 'Or if I asked you for a Kosher
hot dog, would you ask me if I was Jewish?' 'Or, if I asked you for a
taco, would you ask me if I was Mexican? Would Ya? Would Ya?'

The assistant said: 'Well, no.'

Suitably encouraged by the success of his logic, the Irishman steps it
up a gear.

'And if I asked you for frogs' legs, would you ask me if I was French?'

'What about Danish Bacon, would you ask me if I was Danish?'

'Well no, I probably wouldn't' conceded the assistant.

So, now bursting with righteous indignation, the Irishman says: 'Well,
all right then, why did you ask me if I'm Irish just because I asked for
Irish sausages?'

The assistant replied: 'Because you're in Bunnings you Dick Head'