Set em up Joe

[OldMan Zeke]

COWBOY
A cowboy, who is visiting Wyoming from Texas , walks into a bar and
orders three mugs of MILLER LIGHT . 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.'

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Post by OldMan Zeke
COWBOY
A cowboy, who is visiting Wyoming from Texas , walks into a bar and
orders three mugs of MILLER LIGHT . 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.'

I remember ridin' on a bus thru a Wyoming town back in the 70's,
them folks was
havin' a good ol' time drinkin' them beers in the street.