Three pints of Guinness
An Irishman walks into a bar in Dublin, orders three pints of
Guinness and sits in the back of the room, drinking a sip out
of each one in turn. When he finishes them, he comes back to the bar
and orders three more. The bartender asks him,
"You know, a pint goes flat after I draw it; it would taste better if
you bought one at a time." The Irishman replies,
"Well, you see, I have two brothers, one in America, the other in
Austrailia, and I'm here in Dublin. When we all left home, we promised
that we'd drink this way to remember the days when we drank together."
The bartender admits that this is a nice custom, and leaves it there.
The Irishman becomes a regular in the bar, and always drinks the same
way; He orders three pints and drinks them in turn. One day, he comes
in and orders two pints. All the other regulars notice and fall silent.
When he comes back to the bar to order the second round, the bartender
says, "I don't want to intrude on your grief, but I wanted to offer my
condolences on your great loss." The Irishman looks confused for a
moment, then a light dawns in his eye and he laughs. "Oh, no," he says,
"everyone's fine. I just quit drinking."
