A cowboy walks into a bar in Texas, orders three mugs
of Bud 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 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 Australia, the other is in Dublin,
and I'm in Texas. When we all left home, we promised
that we'd drink this way to remember the days we drank
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 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 in Sweetwater and I had to
quit drinking.. . . . . . Hasn't affected my brothers
though."

very funny

Thanks, I needed that!

Awesome.

Good 'un!

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Oh cmon. You can get loud in here.