The Loony Bin
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Wed, 12 Jun 1996 08:20:43 +0100
Hiya People...
Here's a tale full of Guiness from Dragon...
Wishes & Dreams...
- ANDREA
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------- Forwarded foolishness follows -------
An Irishman walks into a pub in Dublin and orders three pints of
Guiness. He takes them to a quiet corner and proceeds to take a sip
from each in turn. He continues this way until they're all empty, then
goes to the bar for a refill.
"You know," says the bartender, "I like to pull a pint at a time. The
brew doesn't go quite so flat quite so fast that way. Wouldn't you like
me to pull you a nice, fresh pint, then I'll refill it when you need?"
"That's kind of you lad," replies the patron, "but truth is, I have two
fine brothers far and away from me, one in Australia and one in America.
When they left, we all vowed we'd drink like this every Friday, so's to
remember the times we drank together."
The barman agrees this is a lovely custom, and pulls the three pints.
The patron becomes a regular at the pub, and soon everyone who comes in
knows his story.
One night, the Irishman comes in and orders two pints only. A hush falls
over the bar as the other denizens contemplate the fate of the man
behind that missing third pint. The customer goes to his corner and sips
his Guiness as usual.
Finally, the bartender clears his throat and approaches the table. "I
don't wish to intrude in your hour of sorrow, but I'd like to offer my
condolences on your sad loss."
The patron looks confused for a moment, then his face dawns in
understanding. "Ah, no, lad. Everything's fine. It's just that I've
given up beer for Lent."