irish joke
An Irishman moves into a tiny hamlet in County Kerry, walks into
the
>>pub
>> >and promptly orders three beers. The bartender raises his eyebrows,
but
>> >serves the man three beers, which he drinks quietly at a table,
alone.
>>An
>> >hour later, the man has finished the three beers and orders three
more.
>>He
>> >drinks them down and leaves.
>> >The next evening the man again orders and drinks three beers at a
time,
>> >several times.
>> >Soon the entire town is whispering about the Man Who Orders Three
>>Beers.
>> >Finally, a week later, the bartender broaches the subject on behalf
of
>>the
>> >town. 'I don't mean to pry, but folks around here are wondering why
>>you
>> >always order three beers?'
>> >'Tis odd, isn't it?' the man replies, 'You see, I have two brothers,
>>and
>>one
>> >went to America, and the other to Australia. We promised each other
>> >that we would always order an extra two beers whenever we drank as a
>>way
>>of
>> >keeping up the family bond.'
>> >
>> >The bartender and the whole town was pleased with this answer, and
soon
>>the
>> >Man Who Orders Three Beers became a local celebrity and source of
pride
>>to
>> >the hamlet, even to the extent that out-of-towners would come to
watch
>>him
>> >drink.
>> >
>> >Then, one day, the man comes in and orders only two beers. The
>>bartender
>> >pours them with a heavy heart. This continues for the rest of the
>>evening:
>> >he orders only two beers.
>> >The word flies around town. Prayers are offered for the soul of one
of
>>the
>> >brothers. The next day, the bartender says to the man, folks around
>>here,
>>me
>> >first of all, want to offer condolences to you for the death of your
>> >brother. You know -- the two beers and all...'
>> >
>> >The man ponders this for a moment, then replies, 'You'll be happy to
>>hear
>> >that my two brothers are alive and well. It's just that I, meself,
have
>> >decided to give up drinking for Lent.'
the
>>pub
>> >and promptly orders three beers. The bartender raises his eyebrows,
but
>> >serves the man three beers, which he drinks quietly at a table,
alone.
>>An
>> >hour later, the man has finished the three beers and orders three
more.
>>He
>> >drinks them down and leaves.
>> >The next evening the man again orders and drinks three beers at a
time,
>> >several times.
>> >Soon the entire town is whispering about the Man Who Orders Three
>>Beers.
>> >Finally, a week later, the bartender broaches the subject on behalf
of
>>the
>> >town. 'I don't mean to pry, but folks around here are wondering why
>>you
>> >always order three beers?'
>> >'Tis odd, isn't it?' the man replies, 'You see, I have two brothers,
>>and
>>one
>> >went to America, and the other to Australia. We promised each other
>> >that we would always order an extra two beers whenever we drank as a
>>way
>>of
>> >keeping up the family bond.'
>> >
>> >The bartender and the whole town was pleased with this answer, and
soon
>>the
>> >Man Who Orders Three Beers became a local celebrity and source of
pride
>>to
>> >the hamlet, even to the extent that out-of-towners would come to
watch
>>him
>> >drink.
>> >
>> >Then, one day, the man comes in and orders only two beers. The
>>bartender
>> >pours them with a heavy heart. This continues for the rest of the
>>evening:
>> >he orders only two beers.
>> >The word flies around town. Prayers are offered for the soul of one
of
>>the
>> >brothers. The next day, the bartender says to the man, folks around
>>here,
>>me
>> >first of all, want to offer condolences to you for the death of your
>> >brother. You know -- the two beers and all...'
>> >
>> >The man ponders this for a moment, then replies, 'You'll be happy to
>>hear
>> >that my two brothers are alive and well. It's just that I, meself,
have
>> >decided to give up drinking for Lent.'
