3 beers
A cowboy from Texas, who is visiting Wyoming 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
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
Andy
When I die, I want to go peacefully like my Grandfather did, in his sleep -- not screaming, like the passengers in his car.
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posted on 15/2/07 at 10:25 AM
