BadBobby, who had just moved away from Texas, walked into a bar and ordered three shots of Jack Daniels. He sat in the back of the room, drinking each one in turn. When he finished them, he came back to the bar and ordered three more.

The bartender approached and told the cowboy, "You know, a shot would taste better if you just bought one at a time."

BB replied, "Well, you see, I have two Marine buddies. One is in California, the other is back in Texas. When I left my home in Texas, we promised that we'd drink this way to remember the days when we drank together. So I'm drinking one shot for each of my Marine buddies and one for myself."

The bartender admitted that this was a nice custom, and left it there.

BadBobby became a regular in the bar, and always drank the same way. He ordered three shots and drank them in turn.

One day, he came in and only ordered two shots. All the regulars took notice and fell silent. When he came back to the bar for the second round, the bartender said, "I don't want to intrude on your grief, but I wanted to offer my condolences on your loss."

BB looked quite puzzled for a moment, then a light dawned in his eyes and he laughed.

"Oh, no, everybody's just fine," he explained. "It's just that my wife and I joined the Baptist Church and I had to quit drinking."

"Hasn't affected my Marine buddies, though."