Three Pints of Ale
An Irishman walked into a bar in Dublin and ordered three pints of ale. He took a sip of the first and set it down, then a sip of the second, then a sip of the third, and proceeded to finish the three pints in this fashion. When he was done, he ordered three more pints.
The bartender said "Those pints would be a might fresher if you ordered 'em one at a time like everyone else."
"Well ya see," he replied "it's a way of bein' with me brothers. One lives in Australia and the other in the states, so we always order three drinks; it's our way of bein' together, don’t ya know."
"That's a fine idea!" said the bartender. He became a regular customer, always ordering three pints, and whenever someone bought a round they'd always give him three. One day he came in and ordered two pints. When he was finished the bartender poured him two more and said "These are on the house, with my condolences."
"Thanks" he replied, "but why the condolences?"
"Well," said the bartender "since you only ordered two pints I assumed one of your brothers had passed on."
"No, me brothers are fine. It's just that I meself have givin up drinkin' fer Lent".
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