Hey, c'mon, folks. What is this, board of the jokeless dead?
A man walks into a bar in Boston and orders three glasses of beer. He sits and drinks them silently.
Does this every night for a month, until the bartender asks him, why three.
The patron replies that one is for himself, the other two for his brothers back in Dublin.
Six months later, the patron sits down and orders two beers.
After a respectful time, the bartender approaches the patron and says, "Sorry for your loss."
The patron looks puzzled. The bartender continues, "Seeing as how you are now having only two beers, I assume one of your brothers has died."
The patron brightened up and replied, "No, nothing of the sort. My wife joined us up in the Baptist church, and says neither of us can drink. Fortunately, that does not affect my brothers."
"He who fights with monsters might take care lest he thereby become a monster. And if you gaze for long into an abyss, the abyss gazes also into you."
-Friedrich Nietzsche