Bob walked into a local bar and said to the bartender, "I'll have three beers please."
"Three? Um, ok.." said the bartender.
Bob gets his three beers and then sits down at one of the pub tables. The bartender noticed that Bob would sip one beer, put it down, sip the next, put it down, and then sip the last one and start all over again until all three were gone.
Bob walks back up to the bartender and says, "I'll have three more beers please."
Thinking for a second, the bardtender says, "You know, your beer would be fresher and stay colder if you'd just order one at a time."
Bob says, "Well, for the last 5 years, my two brothers and I would meet once a week and drink together, but a few months ago one of my brothers joined the military and the other moved away for a new job. So in memory of my two brothers and the great times we had, I just carry on our weekly tradition as if they were still here."
"Wow. That's a pretty moving story.", said the bartender.
Bob gets his three more beers, drinks them down in the same way, and then leaves.
A week later, Bob comes back into the bar and says to the same bartender, "I'll have two beers please".
Looking puzzled, the bartender says, "Two beers? What happened to your usual three beers?"
Then Bob says, "Well, my wife took me to the Baptist Church this past week and they made me swear off alcohol, so now I'm only drinking on behalf of my two brothers."
