how true it is!

Here's a terrible one:

A young man walks into a Dublin corner local one Saturday morning and orders three pints of the black nectar. He sits there, drinks them by taking turns sipping from one, then the other.

He does this for several Saturdays, and the publican finally asks him why he doesn't drink one at a time. He explains to the publican that he has a brother in Canada and one in Australia that he misses very much, and he likes to imagine that he is having a drink with his brothers. The publican and the regulars agree that this is a fine tradition, and laud him for being a good brother.

This goes on for several weeks, until one day, he comes in and orders two beers. The publican, startled, pours the two and goes back to the bar to discuss matters with the regulars. They mutter amongst each other for while, and finally, the publican approaches the lad and says "We just wanted to say we were very sorry for your loss." The lad looks confused, then smiles, and says, "No, you misunderstand - I've decided to quit drinking."

A priest, a minister, and a rabbi walk into a bar.

The bartender hollers, "What is this--some kind of joke?!?"

[rim-shot]