04-30-2006, 02:46 PM
Hi,
A man walks into an Irish bar in downtown New York and asks the barkeep for three pint glasses of Guinness. The host draws the drinks and the man takes them to a table in the back and drinks from each in turn until they're all gone and then he leaves.
This is repeated for several days, and then the barkeep ventures to say, "You know, I could draw these for you one at a timer, and they would keep their body better while you drink them."
The man replies, "Indeed, I thank you for your kind offer. But the fact is, I'm drinking with me brothers. One stayed in Ireland, another went to Australia, and I came here. Before we parted, we agreed that we'd each buy three Guinness of an evening and drink them so to each other's health."
The ritual was repeated over the years, and the bar being a family type, pretty soon everybody knew the story.
One day the man came in and ordered two pints. The hubbub quited in the bar as he took his beers back to a table and drank them. For the next few days, this was repeated, and the tension in the bar when he came in was almost visible. Finally, not being able to stands the suspense any longer, the next time the man came in the barkeep ventured to say, "Indeed, I'm sorry for your brother."
The man looked puzzled for a moment, and then a smile crossed his face. "Oh, no. Me brothers are foin. It's me doctor that told me I had to quit drinking."
--Pete
A man walks into an Irish bar in downtown New York and asks the barkeep for three pint glasses of Guinness. The host draws the drinks and the man takes them to a table in the back and drinks from each in turn until they're all gone and then he leaves.
This is repeated for several days, and then the barkeep ventures to say, "You know, I could draw these for you one at a timer, and they would keep their body better while you drink them."
The man replies, "Indeed, I thank you for your kind offer. But the fact is, I'm drinking with me brothers. One stayed in Ireland, another went to Australia, and I came here. Before we parted, we agreed that we'd each buy three Guinness of an evening and drink them so to each other's health."
The ritual was repeated over the years, and the bar being a family type, pretty soon everybody knew the story.
One day the man came in and ordered two pints. The hubbub quited in the bar as he took his beers back to a table and drank them. For the next few days, this was repeated, and the tension in the bar when he came in was almost visible. Finally, not being able to stands the suspense any longer, the next time the man came in the barkeep ventured to say, "Indeed, I'm sorry for your brother."
The man looked puzzled for a moment, and then a smile crossed his face. "Oh, no. Me brothers are foin. It's me doctor that told me I had to quit drinking."
--Pete
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