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10-02-2014, 09:27 AM
A cowgirl, who is visiting Texas from Arkansas, walks into a bar and orders
three mugs of Bud. She sits in the back of the room, drinking a sip out of
each one in turn. When she finishes them, she comes back to the bar and
orders three more. The bartender approaches and tells the cowgirl, "You
know, a mug goes flat after I draw it. It would taste better if you bought
one at a time." The cowgirl replies, "Well, you see, I have two sisters.
One is in Australia, the other is in Dublin. When we all left our home in
Arkansas, 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 sisters and one
for myself." The bartender admits that this is a nice custom, and leaves it
there. The cowgirl becomes a regular in the bar, and always drinks the
same way. She orders three mugs and drinks them in turn. One day, she comes
in and only orders two mugs. All the regulars take notice and fall silent.
When she 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 cowgirl looks quite puzzled for a moment, then a light dawns
in her eyes and she laughs. "Oh, no, everybody's just fine," she explains,
"It's just that my husband and I joined the Baptist Church and I had to
quit drinking." Hasn't affected my sisters though."
three mugs of Bud. She sits in the back of the room, drinking a sip out of
each one in turn. When she finishes them, she comes back to the bar and
orders three more. The bartender approaches and tells the cowgirl, "You
know, a mug goes flat after I draw it. It would taste better if you bought
one at a time." The cowgirl replies, "Well, you see, I have two sisters.
One is in Australia, the other is in Dublin. When we all left our home in
Arkansas, 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 sisters and one
for myself." The bartender admits that this is a nice custom, and leaves it
there. The cowgirl becomes a regular in the bar, and always drinks the
same way. She orders three mugs and drinks them in turn. One day, she comes
in and only orders two mugs. All the regulars take notice and fall silent.
When she 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 cowgirl looks quite puzzled for a moment, then a light dawns
in her eyes and she laughs. "Oh, no, everybody's just fine," she explains,
"It's just that my husband and I joined the Baptist Church and I had to
quit drinking." Hasn't affected my sisters though."