![]() ![]() The Irishman says, “Oh, no, everyone’s fine. When he comes to the bar for a second round, the bartender says, “Please accept my condolences, pal.” The other regulars notice, and a silence falls over the bar. One day he comes in and orders two pints. The Irishman becomes a regular in the bar and always orders the same way. The bartender is touched, and says, “What a great custom!” Each of these is for one of my brothers and the third is for me.” When we all went our separate ways, we promised each other that we’d all drink this way in memory of the days when we drank together. The man says, “Yeah, I know, but I have two brothers, one in the States, one in Australia. The bartender says, “You know, they’d be less likely to go flat if you bought them one at a time.” An Irishman walks into a Dublin bar, orders three pints of Guinness, and drinks them down, taking a sip from one, then a sip from the next, until they’re gone. ![]()
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