A cowboy walks into a bar in Texas, orders three mugs
of Beer and sits in the back 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
Australia, the other is in Dublin, and I'm in Texas. When we all
left home, we promised that we'd drink this way to remember the
days we drank together. So I drink one 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 orde rs only 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 and he laughs.

"Oh, no, everybody's just fine," he explains. "It's
just that my wife and I joined the Baptist Church in Longview
and I had to quit drinking .....

Hasn't affected my brothers though...