A cowboy walks into a bar in Texas, orders three mugs of
brew and sits in the back 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 him, "You
know, a mug goes flat after I draw it so it would taste
better if you bought just one at a time."
The cowboy replies, "Well, you see, I have two brothers.
One is in Australia, the other is in Dublin and I'm in
Texas. When we all left home, we promised that we'd drink
this way to remember the days we were together. So I
drink one 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 orders only 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 and he laughs. "Oh, no, everybody's just fine," he
"It's just that my wife and I joined the Mormon Church
and obviously I had to quit drinking. Hasn't affected my