A man walks into a bar, orders three shots of whiskey, downs them all, and orders three more. When the bartender asks "why three at a time?" the fellow answers "two are for my brothers overseas." This goes on well into the evening, and for the next several weeks, until one evening when the fellow orders only two whiskeys. The bartender approaches and gently asks "what's wrong? Did something happenb to one of your brothers?" The fellow responds "No, my doctor told me to give up drinking!"
Friday, 7 January 2011