Humour, Silliness, Jokes, whatever

 

An Irishman walks into a bar....

Paddy (an Irishman, in case you hadn't guessed) 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 all three, he comes back to the bar and orders three more.

The barman says to him, "You know, a pint of Guinness goes flat after I pour it. It would taste better if you bought them one at a time."

Paddy replies, "Well, you see, Oi have two brothers. One is in America, the other in Australia, and Oi'm here in Dublin. When we all left home, we promised that we'd drink t'is way to remember t'e days we all drank together."

The barman admits that this is a nice custom, and leaves it there.

Paddy becomes a regular in the bar and always drinks the same way: he orders three pints and drinks the three pints by taking sips from each of them in turn.

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

When he comes back to the bar for the second round, the barman says, "I don't want to intrude on your grief, but I wanted to offer my condolences on your great loss."

Paddy looks confused for a moment, then the light dawns and he laughs.

"Oh, no," he says, "Everyone is fine. It's me......Oi've given up the drink!"