An Irishman goes into a pub that he has never been in before and orders 3 beers, all at once. He sits at a table and drinks from one glass and then from each of the others in a round robin. He finishes his beers and goes up to the bar and says, 'Aye, and I'll have another round if you please' to the barkeep.
The barkeep says, 'And wouldn't you rather that I give them to ye separately so as to presarve the freshness?' 'No', says the drinker, 'I'm drinkin with me brothers, one is in Amerika and t'other is in Ostrailia, and I'm drinking with them'.
The Irishman becomes a regular in this pub, performing the same ritual of drinking with his far off brothers. At last, one day he comes in and only orders 2 beers. The other patrons notice this and assume the worst and believe that something has happened to one of his brothers. They elect one of themselves to go over and offer condolences. The chosen one goes over and says 'Aye and something has happened to one of your brothers has it? We want you to know how sorry we all are.'
The Irishman, a bit taken aback, replys, 'Not a bit of it....... meself, I've quit drinking!'