Happy St Patrick's Day

An Irishman walks into a bar and promptly orders 3 Guinness. He sits down, drinks them, pays his tab, and heads home. He repeats this ritual several more nights, until finally the bartender’s curiosity gets the best of him: “Why do you come in here every night and order 3 Guinness at the same time?” “Well,” said the Irishman, “my two brothers have gone off to war. Before they left, we made a pact that every night at 9pm, wherever we are, and whomever we are with, we’d make it a point to share a pint together, and to have a drink in each other’s honor.” The bartender was touched. This went on for awhile until one night, the man came in and solemnly ordered only 2 beers. The bartender was overcome with emotion. As he brought the 2 beers to the man’s table he said: “I am so sorry for your loss”. “Oh, my brothers are fine” he said, “I just quit drinking”. On Wed, Mar 17, 2010 at 7:02 AM, Casey Dougall < casey@uberwebsitesolutions.com> wrote: > > Two Irishmen, Patrick Murphy and Shawn O'Brian grew up together and were > lifelong friends. But alas, Patrick developed cancer, and was dying. While > on his deathbed, Patrick called to his buddy, Shawn, "O'Brian, come 'ere. I > 'ave a request for ye." Shawn walked to his friend's bedside and kneels. > > "Shawny ole boy, we've been friends all our lives, and now I'm leaving 'ere. > I 'ave one last request fir ye to do." > > O'Brian burst into tears, "Anything Patrick, anything ye wish. It's done." > > "Well, under me bed is a box containing a bottle of the finest whiskey in > all of Ireland.  Bottled the year I was born it was. After I die, and they > plant me in the ground, I want you to pour that fine whiskey over me grave > so it might soak into me bones and I'll be able to enjoy it for all > eternity." > > O'Brian was overcome by the beauty and in the true Irish spirit of his > friend's request, he asked, "Aye, tis a fine thing you ask of me, and I will > pour the whiskey. But, might I strain it through me kidneys first?" > > >