A man walks into a pub and orders three pints of Guinness. The bartender gives him a strange look and then sets them down. The man drinks the three pints, pays, and leaves. He comes in the next day and does the same thing. The bartender asks, "Why do you order all three at once? I'd be happy to bring them to you one at a time." The man replied, "Oh--it's my brothers. When we were younger we swore to always order our drinks together. Now we live far apart, and so I keep the tradition up as best I can." Every day for months the man came in and ordered three pints, drank them, paid, and left. One day he came in and ordered two pints. The pub fell silent as the patrons realized what this meant. The bartender walked over slowly and set down the two pints in front of the man. "Let me be the first to offer you my condolences," he said sorrowfully. "What? Oh, you've misunderstood. No one's dead--I've just given up drinking for Lent!"