An Irishman walks into a
pub in Dublin and says, "Three pints of cider*), please." The barkeeper
says, "As you are on your own, shouldn't I bring them one after the other?"
"You don't understand," says the man, "I used to go out drinking every Friday night with my brothers. Now one has moved to New Zealand and the other one to America. So with three ciders*), I carry on the tradition."
One night the man orders only two ciders. The bartender asks, "Has something happened to one of your brothers?" "Oh, my brothers are fine," says the man. "But I've quit drinking." *) Shurely, three Guinnesh!
more Irish jokes: (1a), (1), (2), (3), (4), (5), (6), (7), (9), (10), (11), (12)
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