Friday, March 19, 2021

One day, at the local pub...

Every Sunday night, a man comes into a bar and orders 3 beers. He sits at a table and takes a drink from each bottle in turn until the beers are finished. 

A new bartender is serving. When the man comes back for another round, the bartender ask if it would not be better to order one beer at a time so that the beer would stay cold and would not go flat. 

The man says, “No my two brothers and I always used to drink together. So when they moved away we all agreed we would have a drink together on Sunday nights”. 

Many years later the man comes in and he only ordered two beers. The bartender says, “I hate to pry, but has something happened to one of your brothers?” 

The man says, “Oh no, everyone is fine. It’s just that I quit drinking.”


(Thanks, Melody!)

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