Vladamir
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Three Pints of Guinness ...
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 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. 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 lights dawns
in his eye and he laughs. "Oh, no," he says, "Everyone is fine.
It's me..."
"...I've quit drinking!"
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 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. 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 lights dawns
in his eye and he laughs. "Oh, no," he says, "Everyone is fine.
It's me..."
"...I've quit drinking!"