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Dave On 6/12/05, Cotty <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> wrote: > On 11/6/05, John Francis, discombobulated, unleashed: > > >> >Alas...no real ale! Not a handpump in sight. I'll bet > >> >the beer was better there 75 years ago! > >> > >> Yeah it probably doesn't have that fresh lead taste anymore (from the > >> pipes). > >> > >> I remember hearing a story years ago, which could have been an urban > >> legend. Apparently a guy had died of long-term lead poisoning and > >> the investigators eventually found that he was always the first into > >> the pub when it opened each day, so his first pint would contain beer > >> that had been sitting overnight in the lead pipes. > > > >Almost certainly untrue, for many reasons. > > > >Not the least of which is that the first duty of the man behind > >the bar is to draw off a pint or two to remove the stale beer > >from the pipes. > > I love this joke: > > The Man Who Orders Three Beers > > An Irishman moves into a tiny village in County Kerry, walks into the > pub and promptly orders three beers. The bartender raises his eyebrows, > but serves the man three beers, which he drinks quietly at a table, > alone. An hour later, the man has finished the three beers a orders > another three beers and drinks them quietly. > > The next evening the man again comes in and orders his three beers, > several times. Soon the entire town is whispering about the "Man Who > Orders Three Beers." > > Finally, a week later, the bartender approaches the subject on behalf of > the whole town. "I don't mean to pry, but folks around here are wondering > why you always order three beers?" > > "Tis odd, isn't it?" the man replies, "You see, I have two brothers, and > one went to America, and the other to Australia, but before we parted, we > promised each other that we would always order an extra two beers for > the others whenever we drank as a way of keeping up the family bond." > > The bartender and the whole town was pleased with this answer, and soon > the "Man Who Orders Three Beers" became a local celebrity and source of > pride to the village, even to the extent that out-of-towners would come > to watch him drink. > > Then, one day, the man comes in and orders only two beers. The bartender > poured them with a heavy heart, but no one wanted to questioned him > about what had happened in his time of mourning. > > The word flies around town.Prayers were offered for the soul of one of > the brothers. > > After about a week, the bartender says to the man, "Folks around here, > me first of all, want to offer condolences to you for the death of your > brother. You know-the two beers and all.... > > The man ponders this for a moment, then replies, " Ah! You'll be happy > to know that my two brothers are alive and well! It's just that I have > given up my beer for lent. > > > > > Cheers, > Cotty > > > ___/\__ > || (O) | People, Places, Pastiche > ||=====| http://www.cottysnaps.com > _____________________________ > > >
