Drinking For Your Brothers
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 approaches and tells 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
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. So I drinks one for each o' me brothers and one
for me self."
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 take notice and
fall silent.
When he comes back to the bar for 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 alight dawns in
his eye and he laughs. "Oh, no. Everyone's fine", he explains, "It's
just that I joined the Baptist Church and had to quit drinking."
[there are a number of alternate "reasons", such as "my doctor told me
I had to give up drinking"]
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