The Baptist Cowboy

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."