And he orders 3 beers. The Bartender asks why he does not order one at a time. He replies: I live far from my 2 brothers and I like to feel I am drinking with them. The next day---same thing---and the next. The Bartender is touched and tells his patrons of this lovely and sentimental gentleman.

3 weeks later he walks in and asks for 2 beers.


Oh--says the barkeep---I am sorry to hear of your loss.

No loss, says the patron. I gave up drinking.


Bill H