have we done the irish man barjoke?
this irish guy walks into a pub in new york, and orders three pints of guiness (what else?) and proceeds to sip from each one a little at a time. when he finishes all three, he asks for three more. puzzled, the bar keep says "you know, i could just give them to you one at a time, and that way they would be cold"
to which the irishman replies "oh, no thank you, you see the thing is, im one of three brothers, and we all moved to different parts of the world. but we made a pact that any time we went to a pub, we would drink two extra pints for our brothers"
"why, thats great." replied the bar keep, and poured him three more pints. "what a wonderful way to keep your family in your heart.
well, time passed, and the mick and his ritual became a part of local lore and any evening, anyone could go to the bar and see him drinking from three glasses.
then one day, he steps up to the bar, and orders only two pints. the bar falls into a hush and all eyes are on the irish guy. he sat in silence drinking from only two glasses, instead of three. a few other regulars called the bar tender over (expecting the worst) and eventually talked him into finding out exactly what happened. when the irishman orders two more pints, the bar keep hands them over and then says "i dont mean to pry, but we would like to offer our deepest condolences"
the irishman looks puzzled for a while, and then a sense of understanding comes over his face and he replies
"oh, its nothing of the sort, i gave up drinking for lint"