Joke of the day:

A hiker walks into a bar. The bartender asks, "What will you have?" The hiker says, "Give me three pints of beer, please." So the bartender brings him three pints and the man proceeds to alternately sip one, then the other, then the third until they're gone. He then orders three more. The bartender says, "I know you like them cold. You don't have to order three at a time. I can keep an eye on it, and when you're low, bring you a fresh cold one." "You don't understand," said the hiker. "I have two brothers, one in Dallas and one in Nevada. We made a vow to each other that every Saturday night we'd still drink together. So right now each of my brothers has three beers and we're drinking together." The bartender thought that was a wonderful tradition. Every week the man came in and ordered three beers. Then one week he came in and ordered only two. He drank them and then ordered two more. "I know your tradition," said the bartender. "And I'd just like to let you know that I'm sorry one of your brothers died." "My brothers are fine," said the hiker. "I only ordered two beers because I've quit drinking."