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(NOTE: This isn't intended to offend anyone Irish, it just works best with Guinness and he has to be an immigrant from SOMEwhere).
A man comes into a neighborhood bar one Friday evening and orders three pints of Guinness. The bartender gives him a weird look, but sets him up anyway. The man sat and alternated sips from the three glasses until they were empty and then left.
He does this every Friday. The bartender can't contain his curiosity, so one day he just flat out asks, "Why do you always order three beers? Wouldn't they be better served one after the other?"
"No, you see," he replies, "me brothers and me, we left Ireland together, but we had to split up to different cities here. Back home we always shared a pint on Friday night. Since I can't be with me brothers, I have one for each of them along with mine. It makes me feel like we be together."
All of the regulars at the bar heard his story and were deeply moved. He continued this tradition for years, every Friday night, three pints. The bartenders all knew to have them ready at 5:00, and the regulars would break in the new bartenders out of respect for the Irishman.
One day, the man arrived a few minutes early. The bartender had already drawn two pints and was starting to pull the third when the man shouted "WAIT! Just two today." The entire bar fell into silence. The bartender brought the pints over and set them in front of the man and turned around. All of the other regulars were motioning him to ask - why just two? The man sat quietly and alternated sips from the glasses, just as always.
The bartender turned back to the man and put his hands on the bar. "I'm sorry. I noticed you only ordered two pints today. Which of your brothers died?"
"Oh, they're both fine," he replied. "I just quit drinking."
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