An Irishman walks into a bar in Dublin, orders three pints of Beer 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
advices him, "You know, it would taste better if you bought one at a
time." The Irishman replies, "Well, you see, I have two brothers.
One is in America, the other in Australia, 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 for the second round, the bartender says, "I
don't want to intrude, 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've just quit drinking."
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