An Irishman moves into a tiny hamlet in County Kerry,
> walks into
> the pub and promptly orders three beers. The bartender
> raises his
> eyebrows, but serves the man three beers, which he drinks
> quietly at a
> table, alone.
>
> An hour later, the man has finished the three beers and
> orders
> three more. This happens yet again. The next evening the
> man again
> orders and drinks three beers at a time, several times.
> Soon the entire
> town is whispering about the Man Who Orders Three Beers.
>
> Finally, a week later, the bartender broaches the subject
> on
> behalf of the town. “I don’t mean to pry, but
> folks around here are
> wondering why you always order three beers?”
>
> “Tis odd, isn’t it?” the man replies.
> “You see, I have two
> brothers, and one went to America , and the other to
> Australia . We
> promised each other that we would always order an extra two
> beers
> whenever we drank as a way of keeping up the family
> bond.”
>
> The bartender and the whole town were pleased with this
> answer,
> and soon the Man Who Orders Three Beers became a local
> celebrity and
> source of pride to the hamlet, even to the extent that
> out-of-towners
> would come to watch him drink.
>
> Then, one day, the man comes in and orders only two
> beers. The
> bartender pours them with a heavy heart. This continues
> for the rest of
> the evening. He orders only two beers. The word flies
> around town.
> Prayers are offered for the soul of one of the brothers.
>
>
>
> The next day, the bartender says to the man, “Folks
> around
> here, me first of all, want to offer condolences to you
> for the death
> of your brother. You know-the two beers and all.
>
> The man ponders this for a moment, then
> replies,”You’ll be
> happy to hear that my two brothers are alive and well..
> It’s just that
> I, meself, have decided to give up drinking for
> Lent.”
>
I gave up watermellon for lent. 