A blonde cowgirl, who moved to Texas from Arkansas, walks into a bar andorders 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 thebar and orders three more.
The bartender approaches and tells the cowgirl,
"You know, a mug goesflat 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 inAustralia, the other is in Dublin.
When we all left our home in Arkansas,we promised that we would drink this way to remember the days when we drank together.
So I am drinking one beer for each of my sisters and one formyself
."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 orders two mugs.
All the regulars take notice and fall silent.
When she comes back to! the bar for the second round,
thebartender says, "I don't want to intrude on your grief, but I wanted tooffer 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."
I'll have one for you