irish man in pub

An Irish man 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, I know you like them cold.

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."