Beers for me brothers So, there's a man in a small Irish village who comes to a local pub at least once a week. When he came around, he would always order three beers and sit and drink all three before leaving. One day a new patron came into the bar and while sitting at the bar noticed the man order three beers. Out of curiosity, the patron asked him, ""'Scuse me mate. I notice you ordered three beers and drink all three yer self. Why is that?"" And the man said, ""Well me and my two brothers used to come to this pub and drink. But, my eldest brother moved to New York and my younger brother moved to Manchester. So, I come down and drink for them and they do the same for me when they go out."" The new patron smiled and left the man to his drink. About four weeks later, the man who order three drinks came into the pub, but only order two beers. The pub was silent and a lot of the patrons held their head down in respect. The new patron felt that someone needed to console the bloke so he walks over to him an says, ""Mate, if there is anything I could do. Hell, anything the pub can do, let us know."" The man is a little confused: ""What do ya mean?"" The patron says, ""Well, you only ordered TWO beers tonight instead of your three. I mean, I hope the loss of one of your brother's hasn't been too hard."" The man looked around and says, ""Oh, no mate, no one died....I just quit drinking!""