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 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 cowboy becomes a regular in the
bar, and always drinks the same way. He
orders three mugs and drinks them in
turn.
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."