An Irishman walks into a bar in London, orders three pints of beer and takes a sit at a table, drinking from each pint in turn a sip.
After he finishes them, he returns to the bar and ask for three more.
“You know, a pint goes flat after I draw it,” the barman asks, “and it would taste better if you take one at a time.”
The Irishman answers, “Well I ‘ave two brothers. One is in America, the other is in Australia, and I’m ‘ere in London. When we all left home, we made a pact that we’d always drink this way to remember the days we drank together. So I drink one for each o’me brothers and one for meself.”
The barman consider this is a good custom, and gives him his three pints.
The Irishman became a loyal customer in the bar, and always drinks his three pints: He orders three pints and drinks them all together, one taste each.
One day, he comes in and orders two pints. The barman and the other clients started to wander what happened.
When he returns to the bar for the second round, the barman says, “I would prefer not to interfere with your grief, yet I needed to offer my condolences on your loss.”
The Irishman looks very confused for a minute, then he started to laugh hysterically. “No, no, everyone’s okay,” he clarifies, “It’s just that me spouse ‘ad us join that Baptist Church and I ‘ad to stop drinking. ‘asn’t affected me brothers though.”
