Joke of the Day

A Sikh walks into a pub in Liverpool and orders three
pints of beer all at once
and sits in the back room, drinking a sip out of each one
in turn. When
he finishes them, he comes back to the bar and orders
three more.

The bartender approaches and tells him, "You know, a
pint goes flat after
it's poured so it would taste better if you bought just
ONE at a time."

The Sikh replies, "Well, you see, I have two brothers.
One is in New
Zealand, the other is in Phagwara and I'm in Liverpool.
When we all
left Wolverhampton, we promised that we'd drink this way to remember the
days we were together. So I drink one for each of my
brothers and one for
myself."

The bartender admits that this is a nice
custom and leaves
it there.
The Sikh becomes a regular in the bar,
and always drinks the same
way.
He orders three pints and drinks them in turn. One
day, he comes in
and orders only two pints! All the regulars take notice
and fall silent. When
he comes back to the bar for the second round, the bartender says, "I don't
want to intrude on your grief, but I wanted to offer
my condolences on your
loss." The Sikh looks quite puzzled for a moment, then
it dawns and he laughs.
"Oh, no, everybody's just fine," he explains...
"It's just that my wife and I did Amrit shak
and obviously I had to quit drinking.

Hasn't affected my brothers though..... "