An
Irish man walks into a pub. The bartender asks him, "what'll you
have?"
The man says, "Give me three pints of Guinness please."
So the bartender brings him three pints and the man proceeds to alternately sip
one, then the other, then the third until they're gone. He then orders three
more.
The bartender says, "Sir, I know you like them cold. You don't have to
order three at a time. I can keep an eye on it and when you get low I'll bring
you a fresh cold one."
The man says, "You don't understand. I have two brothers, one in Australia
and one in the States. We made a vow to each other that every Saturday night
we'd still drink together. So right now, my brothers have three Guinness Stouts
too, and we're drinking together.
The bartender thought that was a wonderful tradition. Every week the man came in
and ordered three beers. Then one week he came in and ordered only two. He drank
them and then ordered two more.
The bartender said to him, "I know what your tradition is, and I'd just
like to say that I'm sorry that one of your brothers died."
The man said, "Oh, me brothers are fine - I just quit drinking."