A young man walks into a pub

A young man walks into a pub every Friday night, orders three pints of beer, and proceeds to drink them slowly over the course of the evening. The curious bartender says, "Why don't you order the pints one after each other? They'll surely taste better that way?"

The guy replies, "Yes, I know, but my two brothers and I used to drink together every Friday night, and as they're now away fighting in Iraq, I promised to carry on the tradition."

"Ah," said the bartender and went about his work.

The young man carried on doing this for many months until one day he came in and only ordered two pints.

"I'm really sorry," said the bartender, handing him the two pints.

"What?" replied the young man.

The bartender pointed at the pints. "One of your brothers?"

"Ah, no," said the young man, laughing. "They're fine. I've given up drinking for Lent."