Texas Tale from my old friend Bill V.

 Baptist Cowboy 
> 
> 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 an Airborne
> Ranger, the other is a Navy Seal, both serving over seas some where. 
> 
> 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...."
> 
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