Three Guinness

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Three Pints of Guinness

An Irishman walks into a pub in Dublin, orders three pints of Guinness and sits in 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 barman says, “You know, a pint goes flat after I draw it; it would taste better if you just bought them one at a time.”

The Irishman replies, “Well, you see, I have two brothers. One is in America, the other in Australia, and I’m here in Dublin. When we all left home, we promised we’d drink this way to remember the days when we used to drink together.”

The bartender admits this is a nice custom, and leaves it there.

The Irishman becomes a regular at the pub, and always drinks in the same way, ordering three pints and drinking them in turn. One day he comes in and orders two pints. All the other regulars notice and fall silent.

When he comes back to the bar for the second round, the bartender says, “I don’t want to intrude on your grief, but I wanted to offer my condolences on your loss.”

The Irishman looks confused for a moment, then a light dawns in his eyes and he laughs. “Oh, no.” he says. “Everyone’s fine. I’ve just quit drinking.”