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 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."'
My Kind of Cowboy!
~~~GrayBeard~~~
