A cowboy, who just moved to 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 an Marine, the other is a Navy Seal,
both serving over seas some where.
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, every body'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...."
