Now here's a real Wyoming cowboy story.....
> A cowboy, who just moved to Wyoming from Texas , walks into a bar and
> 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
> 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
> that we'd drink this way to remember the days when we drank together. So
> 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.
> orders three mugs and drinks them in turn.
> One day, he comes in and only orders two mugs. All the regulars take
> 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
> and he laughs.
> "Oh, no, everybody's just fine," he explains, "It's just that my wife and
> joined the Baptist Church and I had to quit drinking."
> "Hasn't affected my brothers though."