An Irishman walks into the pub and orders three pints of Guinness. He asks that they be brought over to him at the table. The Irishman drinks the pints one at a time and then leave. This routine goes on for about two months. Finally, the bartender asks why the Irishman has the three pints.
"Well'" he says, " The first pint is for me brudder in Amerikay and the second is for me brudder in England."
The bartender nods in agreement and tells the lads at the bar who have witnessed the comings and goings for the two months.
Several weeks latter, the Irishman enters the pub and orders two pints. As the bartender walks up to the table with a pint in each hand, he says. "If you don't mind my asking, have you lost one of your brother?" The Irishman pauses for a second, sees the two pints and says, "Oh forsakes no, me missus has me off the liquor"!