Right, Irish jokes. I may have gotten this one here, I have trouble keeping track of sources.
One day, a young man walks into a Canadian bar. In an irish accent, he orders three beers. He sits himself in a booth and sets out the three beers as if he's waiting for some friends. Then, to the bartender's surprise, he drinks all three. Then he gets up and leaves.
This goes on for a few weeks, with the young man coming in every Friday night, drinking his three beers and leaving. Finally the bartender's curiosity gets the best of him.
'You've been coming here for a little over a month,' he says, 'and you always order three beers. What's going on?'
The young Irish man explains; 'back home, me and ma two brothers, we always went down to the pub on Friday night for a beer. Now I've moved to Canada, but we still keep up the tradition. Back in Ireland, they go out and have a beer for me and here I have two for them.'
The old bartender is touched by the brother's dedication to his family and, as he's always polite and never causes any trouble, he lets it go on. This occurs for several months without incident.
Then one Friday, the young man comes into the bar looking especially haggard. Instead of his usual three beers, he orders two. The bartender immediately assumes the worst.
'I'm sorry about your brother,' he says.
The young man looks puzzled, then seems to catch on.
'Oh, it's not what you think. I quit drinkin'.'
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I wake up in the morning more tired than before I slept
I get through cryin' and I'm sadder than before I wept
I get through thinkin' now, and the thoughts have left my head
I get through speakin' and I can't remember, not a word that I said
- Ben Harper, Show Me A Little Shame
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