The Three Beers

[chrish]

A cowboy, who is visiting Texas from Arkansas, walks into a bar and orders three mugs of beer.
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 Arkansas, the other is in Delaware. When we all left our home in Texas, we promised that we'd drink this way to remember the days when we all 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 walks away.
The cowboy becomes a regular in the bar, and week after week, comes in and orders the 3 three mugs of beer and drinks each in turn.
One day, however, 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 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."

[Haul Asp]

Funny. :-)