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
a light dawns in his eye and he laughs. "Oh, no. Everyone's fine," He explains,
"It's just that I joined the Mormon Church and I had to quit drinking."
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