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>> 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 there
>> 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."