An Irishman walks into a bar and orders three shots...
Seamus walks into a bar and asks the bartender for three shots of Bushmills and three pints of Guinness.
"Rough day, friend?" the bartender asks as he pours the drinks.
"Nah - it's for me brothers. The three of us used to drink together back home in Dublin when we were younger. Now Mick's in London, Paddy's in Australia, and I'm here in New York. We hardly ever see each other these days, but when we left home, we swore we'd drink like th…