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> 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."