> three mugs of Bud Light. 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, every body'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 either of my brothers though."





