Ronnie Sanford
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An Irishman moves from Belfast to Dallas in the middle of July. Being Irish, his first order of business was to find a local pub, so ten minutes of Googling later he had settled on The Black Labrador a suitably pompous sounding pub in North Dallas.
The Irishman immediately goes to the pub and walks up to the bar. He tells the barkeep that he wants three pints of the establishment’s darkest beer. The barkeep complies filling three glasses with Guinness. The barkeep then watches curiously as the Irishman takes a swallow from the first pint, then the second and finally the third only to start the whole process over again. The barkeep can’t help but comment to the fellow that it might be better to order and drink one pint at a time as they will stay cold longer that way, but the Irishman explains that when he was in Belfast, he would have a drink with his two brothers every night and now that he is in Dallas he is simply drinking for them.
Many months pass, and the Irishman comes in the Pub religiously at 6:00PM every night. However, one night in late December the Irishman goes up to the bar but only orders two pints. A hush falls over the pub as in the months the Irishman has been coming to the pub he has got quite well liked and no one wants to see him in distress. The barkeep trundles up to the bar, and pours two Guinness; he says “These are on the house and I am very sorry for your loss." There is a look of confusion on the Irishman’s face and then he says “No you misunderstand, everyone in my family is okay. I have just decided to stop drinking”.
The Irishman immediately goes to the pub and walks up to the bar. He tells the barkeep that he wants three pints of the establishment’s darkest beer. The barkeep complies filling three glasses with Guinness. The barkeep then watches curiously as the Irishman takes a swallow from the first pint, then the second and finally the third only to start the whole process over again. The barkeep can’t help but comment to the fellow that it might be better to order and drink one pint at a time as they will stay cold longer that way, but the Irishman explains that when he was in Belfast, he would have a drink with his two brothers every night and now that he is in Dallas he is simply drinking for them.
Many months pass, and the Irishman comes in the Pub religiously at 6:00PM every night. However, one night in late December the Irishman goes up to the bar but only orders two pints. A hush falls over the pub as in the months the Irishman has been coming to the pub he has got quite well liked and no one wants to see him in distress. The barkeep trundles up to the bar, and pours two Guinness; he says “These are on the house and I am very sorry for your loss." There is a look of confusion on the Irishman’s face and then he says “No you misunderstand, everyone in my family is okay. I have just decided to stop drinking”.