Post by bb on Jun 17, 2008 7:59:54 GMT -4
A cowboy, who is visiting Wyoming from Texas, walks into a bar and orders
three mugs of Coors. 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 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."
three mugs of Coors. 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 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."
