tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2689549480676410498.post7098704651403581113..comments2007-08-07T15:10:23.252-06:00Prince of Thrifthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07863514672517538661noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2689549480676410498.post-4842346477350103382007-08-07T15:10:00.000-06:002007-08-07T15:10:00.000-06:00Baptist Cowboy <BR/> <BR/> <BR/> <BR/> <BR/> <BR/> A cowboy, who is visiting Wyoming from Texas , walks into a bar and <BR/> 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. <BR/> <BR/> <BR/> <BR/> <BR/> <BR/> 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.'<BR/> <BR/> <BR/> <BR/> <BR/> The cowboy replies, 'Well, you see, I have two brothers. One is in <BR/> Arizona, the other is in Colorado. When we all left our home in Texas we <BR/> promised that we'd drink this way to remember the days when we drank <BR/> together. So I'm drinking one beer for each of my brothers and one for myself.' <BR/> <BR/> <BR/> <BR/> <BR/> <BR/> The bartender admits that this is a nice custom, and leaves it<BR/> there.The cowboy becomes a regular in the bar, and always drinks the same way. He <BR/> orders three mugs and drinks them in turn. <BR/> <BR/> <BR/> <BR/> <BR/> <BR/> One day, he comes in and only orders two mugs. All the regulars take <BR/> notice and fall silent. When he comes back to the bar for the second <BR/> round, the bartender says, 'I don't want to intrude on your grief, but I wanted to offer my condolences on your loss.' <BR/> <BR/> <BR/> <BR/> <BR/> <BR/> The cowboy looks quite puzzled for a moment, then a light dawns in<BR/> his eyes and he laughs. 'Oh, no, everybody's just fine,' he explains, 'It's <BR/> just that my wife and I joined the Baptist Church and I had to quit <BR/> drinking. 'Hasn't affected my brothers though.'Seannoreply@blogger.com