Gino
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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. [must be bob]
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 at that. 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."
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. [must be bob]
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 at that. 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."
So, is that too much religion or is it just an innocent bad joke ??
