Paddy goes into the pub and orders 3 pints of Stout.. quietly, he sits and drinks all three, minding his own business.
He returns the next night, and the next, and does this for a couple of weeks straight ordering three pints at a time and drinking them all himself.
After a month, the bartender finally says, "you know, I can serve em one at a time and they'll stay colder for ya".
Paddy declines and says, "No, I'm drinking these in memory of me two brothers. When we were young, every night we'd go to the pub and have a pint together". "We haven't seen each other for years, so this is my way to be with them again".
After several months he came in one night and only ordered 2 pints. By then, the rest of the patrons had learned of his story and everyone immediately figured something terrible had happened.
Finally one patron decided to ask "Paddy, we all know you have 3 pints every night to share with ye brothers, and tonight yur only having two. Were afraid something terrible has happened and we wanted to offer ye our condolences".
Paddy looked up and said, "Oh sweet Jesus, nothing bad has happened, thank ye anyway tho, that's mighty kind of ya. I just gave up drinking for lent."
