A cowboy walks into a bar in Texas, orders three mugs of beer 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, it would taste better if you bought 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 drank together.
So I drink one for each o' 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
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
The cowboy looks quite puzzled for a moment, then a light dawns and he
laughs. "Oh, no, everybody's just fine," he explains. "It's just that my
wife had us join that Mormon Church and I had to quit drinking. --- Hasn't
affected my brothers though!"