September 2013: At Wit's End
A man walks into a bar and orders three beers. He proceeds to sip one, then the other, then the third, until they’re gone. He then orders three more, and the barkeep says, “Sir, I know you like to keep them coming, so you can start with one and I’ll bring you a fresh one as soon as you’re low.”
The man says, “You don’t understand. I have two brothers, one in Australia and one in Ireland. We made a vow to each other that every Saturday night we’d still drink together. So, right now, both of my brothers have three beers too, and...