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The Baptist Cowboy
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9/9/2014 8:28:31 PM
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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 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."
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