A
cowboy, who just moved to Wyoming from Oklahoma, 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 Oklahoma, 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.
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