12/07/2025 from Daily Jokes
#21533
An Irishman walks into a Dublin pub, orders three pints of Guinness, and takes them to a table in the back. He sips each one in rotation like he’s running a very slow relay. When he’s done, he returns to the bar and orders another three.
The bartender finally says, “You know, once a pint sits, it goes flat. They’d taste much better if you ordered them one at a time.”
The Irishman smiles and says, “Ah, but I’ve two brothers—one in America and one in Australia. When we all left home, we promised we’d drink this way to remember the nights we had together. So each pint’s for one of us.”
The bartender nods, touched by the tradition. The Irishman becomes a regular, always ordering three pints and drinking them in turn.
Then one day, he walks in and orders only two.
The bar goes silent. People start exchanging worried looks.
On his next round, the bartender leans in gently and says, “I’m so sorry for your loss.”
The Irishman blinks, confused—then bursts out laughing.
“Oh no, everyone’s grand,” he says. “It’s just that me wife made me join the Baptist church… so I had to quit drinking. But it doesn’t affect me brothers!”
