An Irishman walks into a bar in Dublin, orders three pints of Guinness and sits in the back of
the room, drinking a sip out of each one in turn. When he finishedall three, he comes back to the bar and orders three more. The bartender says to him, “You know, a pint goes t after I draw it; it would taste better if you ought one at a time.”
The Irishman replies, “Well, you see, I have two brothers. One is in America, the other in Australia, and I’m here in Dublin
When we all left home, we promised that we’d drink this way to remember the days we all drank together.” The bartender admits that this is a nice custom, and leaves it there. The Irishman becomes a regular in the bar and always drinks the same way: he orders three pints and drinks the three pints by taking drinks from each of them in turn. One day, he comes in and orders two pints. All the other regulars in the bar notice and fall silent.