Post by E F B on Dec 1, 2005 11:25:02 GMT -5
A cowboy walks into a bar in Texas, orders three mugs of beer
and sits in the back 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 him, "You know, a mug
goes flat after I draw it so it would taste better if you
bought just one at a time." The cowboy replies, "Well, you see,
I have two brothers. One is in Australia, the other is in
Dublin and I'm in Texas. When we all left Wyoming, we promised
that we'd drink this way to remember the days we were together.
So I drink one 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 orders only 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
and he laughs. "Oh, no, everybody's just fine," he
explains....... "It's just that my wife and I joined the
Baptist Church and obviously I had to quit drinking. Hasn't
affected my brothers though."
and sits in the back 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 him, "You know, a mug
goes flat after I draw it so it would taste better if you
bought just one at a time." The cowboy replies, "Well, you see,
I have two brothers. One is in Australia, the other is in
Dublin and I'm in Texas. When we all left Wyoming, we promised
that we'd drink this way to remember the days we were together.
So I drink one 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 orders only 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
and he laughs. "Oh, no, everybody's just fine," he
explains....... "It's just that my wife and I joined the
Baptist Church and obviously I had to quit drinking. Hasn't
affected my brothers though."