Beer Brothers
A man walks into a pub and 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, and the bartender says, “Sir, I know you like
them cold, so you can start with one and I’ll bring you a fresh one as soon
as you’re low.”
The man says, “You don’t understand. I have two brothers, one in Australia
and one in England. 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 thinks it’s a wonderful tradition, and every week he sets up
the guy’s three beers as soon as he enters in the bar. Then one week, the
man comes in and orders only two. He drinks them, then orders two more. The
bartender sadly says, “Knowing your tradition, I’d just like to just say
that I’m sorry that one of your brothers died.”
The man replies, “Oh, my brothers are fine - I just quit drinking.”
