Parson Henry
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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 finished all three, he comes back to the bar and
orders three more. The bartender says to him, "You know, a pint goes
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
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 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. When he comes back to the bar for the
second round, the bartender says, "I don't want to intrude on your
grief, but I wanted to offer my condolences on your great loss." The
Irishman looks confused for a moment, then a light dawns in his eye
and he laughs. "Oh, no," he says, "Everyone is fine. It's me..."
"...I've quit drinking!"
Guinness and sits in the back of the room, drinking a sip out of each
one in turn. When he finished all three, he comes back to the bar and
orders three more. The bartender says to him, "You know, a pint goes
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
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 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. When he comes back to the bar for the
second round, the bartender says, "I don't want to intrude on your
grief, but I wanted to offer my condolences on your great loss." The
Irishman looks confused for a moment, then a light dawns in his eye
and he laughs. "Oh, no," he says, "Everyone is fine. It's me..."
"...I've quit drinking!"
riginally posted by Perry Milkins
