This Irishman walks into a pub in England and asks for three pints of Guinness. Carries them over to an empty table, puts one down in front of him, one to the left of the table and one to the right of the table then starts to drink them, a swig out each until they're empty. Goes back to the bar and orders three more Guinness, takes them back to the table and carries out the same procedure
After three or four times the landlord say's, Look Paddy you don't need to buy three pints at a time, we are not busy so there's no queuing, we can serve you as fast as you want
The Irishman said. Oh take no notice of me, when I'm back in Ireland I go out drinking with my two brothers so while I'm here in England I get three pints in and pretend they're with me. It makes me feel at home
This goes on all week. But on Friday evening Paddy orders only two pints
The landlord noticing this walks over to him and say's. You've only bought two pints to-night Paddy is there something wrong with one of your brothers
The Irishman say's. No it's me, I have a sore throat and I'm on antibiotics so I'm not drinking to-night