This guy went into the bar Friday night and ordered three beers. In fact, every Friday night he went into the bar and ordered three beers and drank them all by himself. Three beers…every Friday night. Not 2. Never 4. Always 3.

Well, the bartender couldn’t figure this out. Without fail this guy always came in.

The bartender finally said to the guy, “Every Friday night you come in here and have three beers. There must be a story to this. You never order 2 beers, or 4 beers, always 3.”

The guy said, “Yes, there is a story. You see, me and my two buddies always went out for a beer on Friday night when we were in Vietnam.

“One night while we were drinking we decided that we would continue doing this when we returned to the States. We also decided that if one of us didn’t make it, the other two would drink the third one’s beer. And if two didn’t make it, the third guy would drink the other two beers. The other two didn’t make it back so I’m drinking theirs.” The bartender felt bad.

Well, the next Friday night the guy came back into the bar as usual but only ordered two beers. The bartender couldn’t believe it. From then on, Friday after Friday, this guy now ordered only two drinks. The bartender was so puzzled he just had to ask the guy about it.

The bartender said to him, “I notice you’ve only been ordering two beers for the last few weeks. There has to be a story here.”

The guy said, “Yes, indeed there is a story. You see, I joined the Mormon church and I can’t drink beer any more.”