Sam
On Tue, Feb 12, 2013 at 2:13 PM, Judi C wrote:
> COWBOY
>
> A cowboy, who just moved to Wyoming from Oklahoma , 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 Oklahoma , 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."
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