Guy walks into a bar.
A guy walks into a bar and orders 3 pints from the barman. The barman hands him the pints and he takes them over to a seat and sits down. He then drinks one of the pints before heading out the door. The barman thinks it odd but just assumes his mates didn't show or something. The next week the same guy walks in again, orders 3 pints, takes them over to the table, sits down, drinks one and heads out the door. The barman again assumes, his mates let him down. The next week the guy comes in, and again orders the 3 pints, so the barman says to him "I hope your mates show this time". The guy looks at the barman with a sad smile on his face and gives a little laugh. "No", he says, "there'll be no mates coming. You see, my brothers and me, we always went for a pint every friday after work, but a few months ago they were both killed in an accident. So I said to myself I'll just keep getting them in for the lads". The barman says to him that's a really nice story and gives him the beers on the house. He takes them over to the seat, sits down, drinks one and bids his farewell to the barkeep. The next week he comes in and this time he orders only 2 pints. As he makes his way over to the table the barman can't resist asking why he's bought 2 pints today instead of 3, to which the man replies "Ah well, I'm off the drink for lent you see".