An Irishman moves to America.

One Saturday, he goes to a local bar in his town. He sits down at the counter and orders three beers. The bartender brings him his three beers, which the Irishman then proceeds to sip one, then the other, and then the third, until they are all finished. He then pays his fare and cheerfully goes on his way.

The Irishman comes back to the bar for the next few Saturdays, ordering three beers and sipping them in the same fashion. One Saturday, before bringing him his beers, the bartender stops the Irishman and asks, "Sir, I know you like your beers cold, so you can start with one and I'll bring you a fresh one as soon as you finish."

The Irishman responds, "Ah, you see, I have two brothers. One back in me Irish homeland and one off in Australia. We made a vow to each other that each Saturday night, we'd still drink together. So, right now me two brothers each have three of their own beers and we're drinking together".

The bartender thinks it's a wonderful tradition and continues to serve the Irishman three beers every Saturday night. This goes on for a few months until one week the Irishman orders only two beers instead of his usual three. The bartender says to the Irishman sadly, "Knowing your tradition, I'd just like to say that I'm sorry you've lost your brother."

The Irishman looks up, smiles, and replies, "Oh, he's fine. I just quit drinking!".

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