The Baptist Cowboy
Posted: Tue Jan 15, 2008 5:32 pm
Baptist Cowboy
A cowboy, who is visiting Wyoming from Texas , walks
into a bar and orders three mugs of Coors. 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."
A cowboy, who is visiting Wyoming from Texas , walks
into a bar and orders three mugs of Coors. 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."