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 Baptist Church and I had to quit 
drinking."
"Hasn’t 
affected my brothers though."