An Irishman walks into a pub in Dublin, orders three pints of Guinness and sits in a booth 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 bartender tells him, "You know a pint begins to go a wee bit flat after I draw it; it would taste better if you bought one at a time."

The Irishman replies, "Well, you see, I have two brothers. One be in America, the other Australia, and I'm here in Dublin. When we all left home last year, we promised that we'd drink this way to be rememberin' the days when we all was drinkin' t'gether." The bartender admits that this is a nice custom, and leaves it there. The Irishman becomes a regular in the pub, and always drinks his Guinness in the same manner each evening, ordering three pints and drinking from each one in turn.

However, one day he comes in and orders only two pints. All of the other regulars notice this and fall silent. When he comes back to the bar for a second round and again orders only two more pints, the bartender says, "I don't want to be intruding on your grief, but on behalf of all of us here at the pub, I wanted to offer condolences on your great loss." The Irishman looks confused for a moment, but then a light sparkles in his eye, and he laughs. "Oh, no" he says, "...me brother's are fine. I've just quit drinking..."

Both are fuk!ing close to water

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