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THREE PINTS OF GUINNESS
An Irishman walks into a bar in Dublin, orders three pints of Guinness, and takes a seat. He sips from each one in turn until they’re gone, then comes back for another round.
The bartender, a bit puzzled, says, “You know, lad, a pint goes flat if you don’t drink it fresh. It’d taste better if you ordered them one at a time.”
The Irishman smiles and says, “Ah, but you see, I’ve got two brothers—one in America, one in Australia. When we all left home, we promised we’d drink this way to remember the good old days together. So I have one for each of me brothers, and one for meself.”
The bartender nods, touched by the tradition, and lets it be. The Irishman becomes a regular, always drinking the same way.
Then, one day, he walks in and orders only two pints. The bar falls silent. Everyone notices.
When he returns for another round, the bartender leans in and says gently, “I don’t mean to intrude, but I just wanted to say—I’m sorry for your loss.”
The Irishman looks confused for a second, then bursts out laughing. “Oh no, everybody’s grand! It’s just that my wife had us join that Baptist Church, so I had to quit drinking… but it hasn’t affected me brothers, though!”
An Irishman walks into a bar in Dublin, orders three pints of Guinness, and takes a seat. He sips from each one in turn until they’re gone, then comes back for another round.
The bartender, a bit puzzled, says, “You know, lad, a pint goes flat if you don’t drink it fresh. It’d taste better if you ordered them one at a time.”
The Irishman smiles and says, “Ah, but you see, I’ve got two brothers—one in America, one in Australia. When we all left home, we promised we’d drink this way to remember the good old days together. So I have one for each of me brothers, and one for meself.”
The bartender nods, touched by the tradition, and lets it be. The Irishman becomes a regular, always drinking the same way.
Then, one day, he walks in and orders only two pints. The bar falls silent. Everyone notices.
When he returns for another round, the bartender leans in and says gently, “I don’t mean to intrude, but I just wanted to say—I’m sorry for your loss.”
The Irishman looks confused for a second, then bursts out laughing. “Oh no, everybody’s grand! It’s just that my wife had us join that Baptist Church, so I had to quit drinking… but it hasn’t affected me brothers, though!”
