Oldie but still funny. :lol: :lol:

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."
>

Oldie but still funny. :lol: :lol:

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."
>