A cowboy, who is visiting Wyoming from Texas , walks into a
bar and orders three mugs of Bud. He sits in the back of the
room, drinking a sip out of each one in turn. When he finishes
them, he comes back to the bar and orders three more.
The bartender approaches and tells the cowboy, 'You know,
a mug goes flat after I draw it. It would taste better if you
bought one at a time.'
The cowboy replies, 'Well, you see, I have two brothers.
One is in Arizona , the other is in Colorado . When we all
left our home in Texas , we promised that we'd drink this
way to remember the days when we drank together. So
I'm drinking one beer for each of my brothers and one for
myself.'
The bartender admits that this is a nice custom, and
leaves it there.
The cowboy becomes a regular in the bar, and always
drinks the same way. He orders three mugs and drinks
them in turn.
One day, he comes in and only orders two mugs. All
the regulars take notice and fall silent. When he comes
back to the bar for the second round, the bartender
says, 'I don't want to intrude on your grief, but I wanted
to offer my condolences on your loss.'
The cowboy looks quite puzzled for a moment, then a
light dawns in his eyes and he laughs.
'Oh, no, everybody's just fine, ' he explains, 'It's just
that my wife and I joined the Baptist Church and I had
to quit drinking..'
'Hasn't affected my brothers though.'
:)