8 May 2012
Irish bloke moves to a new retirement home and starts drinking in a local boozer.
Every day he goes in at 5pm on the dot and orders 3 pints of Guinness which he lines up and drinks methodically, sipping from each in turn.
After about a fortnight of this the barman gets a little intrigued and asks him why he buys three at a time.
'the first one is for my brother Patrick in New Zealand, he's 84 you know. The second one is for my brother Connor. He's 86 and lives in America.
The last one is for me and I do it this way so I can feel I'm having a pint with my older brothers.'
The barman loves the story and on it goes until a few weeks later when the Irishman goes into the bar and only orders 2 pints.
The barman watches as the Irishman lines them up and sips from the drinks then approaches him and says,' I'm sorry for your loss, you must be sad, losing a brother is very difficult especially as your so far away.'
'What are you talking about?' says the Irishman. 'My brothers aren't dead. It's me. I've given up drinking.'
Irish One • Opuss № I