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 finishes them, he comes back to
the bar and orders three more. The bartender tells 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 is in Australia, and I'm in Dublin.
When we all left home, we promised that we'd drink this way to
remember the days we drank together. So I drink one for each
o'me brothers and one for me self."
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 from each
in turn. One day, he comes in and orders two pints. All the
other regulars take 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
want to offer my condolences on your loss."
The Irishman looks puzzled for a moment, then a light dawns in
his eye and he laughs. "Oh, no, everybody's just fine." He
explains, "It's just that me wife had us join that Baptist
Church and I had to quit drinking. Hasn't affected me brothers
though!"
I don't want someone in my life I can live with. I want someone in my life I can't live without.
