An Irishman walks into a bar in
Dublin, orders three pints of Guinness and sits at 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, and 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 is in Australia, and I'm in Dublin. When we all left home, we promised that we'd drink this way to remember the days we drank together. So I drink one for each me brothers and one for me self."
The bartender approaches and tells him, "You know, a pint goes flat after I draw it, and 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 is in Australia, and I'm in Dublin. When we all left home, we promised that we'd drink this way to remember the days we drank together. So I drink one for each me brothers and one for me self."
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The Irishman looks quite
puzzled for a moment, then a light dawns and he laughs. "Oh, no,
everybody's just fine," he explains, "It's just that me wife had us join
that Baptist Church and I had to quit drinking. But it hasn't affected me brothers though."