A guy walks into a bar and orders two beers. The bartender looks at him curiously. “One’s for me,” the man explains. “The other is for my poor, sickly brother back in the old country. He’s barely hanging on.” The bartender nods sympathetically and pours him two glasses of beer. This goes on for most of the night and the next night, and the one after that. After about a week of drinking two beers at a time—one for him, one for his sickly brother—the man comes into the bar looking particularly downhearted and orders just one beer.
“It’s your brother, isn’t it?” the barman says solemnly.
“No, nothing wrong with him,” the man says, shrugging. “It’s me. I’ve given up drinking.”
Son: Dad, I’m too tired to do my home work.
Dad: Hard work never killed anyone yet.
Son: Well, I don’t want to run the risk of being the first one.
An unemployed was filling up the application for a job, and was not sure as to what to fill in the column ‘salary expected.’ After much thought, he wrote, “Yes.”
“It’s your brother, isn’t it?” the barman says solemnly.
“No, nothing wrong with him,” the man says, shrugging. “It’s me. I’ve given up drinking.”
Son: Dad, I’m too tired to do my home work.
Dad: Hard work never killed anyone yet.
Son: Well, I don’t want to run the risk of being the first one.
An unemployed was filling up the application for a job, and was not sure as to what to fill in the column ‘salary expected.’ After much thought, he wrote, “Yes.”
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