I quit drinking

    An Irish man walked into a pub. The bartender asked him, “What will you have?”

    The man said, “Give me three pints of Guinness please.”

    So the bartender brought him three pints and the man proceeded to alternately sip one, then the other, then the third until they’re gone.

    He then ordered three more.

    The bartender said, “Sir, I know you like them cold. You don’t have to order three at a time. I can keep an eye on it and when you get low I’ll bring you a fresh cold one.”

    The man replied, “You don’t understand. I have two brothers, one in Australia and one in the United States. We made a vow to each other that every Saturday night we’d still drink together. So right now, we’re drinking together.”

    The bartender thought that was a wonderful tradition.

    Every week the man came in and ordered three beers. Then one week he came in and ordered only two. He drank them and then ordered two more.

    The bartender said to him, “I know what your tradition is, and I’d just like to say that I’m sorry that one of your brothers died.”

    The man said, “Oh, my brothers are fine, but I just quit drinking.”