An Irishman 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, 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."
