Hope da Norwegians appreciate dis Irish humor.......ya for shure........(courtesy of Tom Hatcher)

An Irishman walks into the pub and orders three pints of Guinness. He alternately sips one, then the other, then the third until they're gone and then orders three more. This routine goes on for months. Finally, the bartender asks why the Irishman orders three pints all at once.

'Well' he says, 'the first pint is fer me brudder in America and the second is fer me brudder in England, and the tird is fer me. We vowed that wherever we were, we'd do this every Saturday, so even though we're apart, we're all having a pint together right now, just like old times.'

The bartender, touched by the story, nods in agreement and explains to the lads at the bar who have witnessed the curious behavior.

Several weeks later, the Irishman enters the pub and orders just two pints. The bar falls silent. As the bartender walks slowly up to the table with a pint in each hand, he says 'Me and the lads want you to know we're terribly sorry about the loss of your brother.'

The Irishman looks perplexed for a moment, then says, 'Oh heavens no, me brudders are both fine! I've just quit drinkin'!'