Friday, May 27, 2011

A cowboy walks into a bar...

May 28 is my brother Larry's birthday.  Since he is a cowboy, I thought this joke was appropriate for his early birthday post.







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 Mormon Church and I  had to quit drinking."
"Hasn't affected my brothers  though."

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