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 finished all three, he returns to the bar and orders three more. The barman 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 barman admits that this in 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 one of them in turn.


One day, he comes in and orders two pints. All other regulars' in the bar notice and fall silent.


When he returns to the bar for the second round, the barman say's, " 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 the light dawn's in his eye and he laugh's .


"Oh, no," he say's, Everyone is fine. It's me.... I've quit drinking !.