Did you hear about the......... Baptist Cowboy?
>
>A cowboy, who is visiting Wyoming from Montana , walks in to 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 Montana , 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 the 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."
>
>A cowboy, who is visiting Wyoming from Montana , walks in to 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 Montana , 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 the 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."