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Have to give Jill credit for this one because she sent it to me!
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 an 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."
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 an 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."
