A cowboy, fresh from Texas, strolls into a bar in Montana and orders three mugs of Bud.
A cowboy, fresh from Texas, strolls into a bar in Montana and orders three mugs of Bud.
He heads to a corner and takes a sip from each mug, one after the other, in turn.
When he’s finished, he returns to the bar and orders three more.
Curious, the bartender approaches and says,
“You know, beer goes flat pretty fast after it’s poured. It might taste better if you ordered one at a time.”
The cowboy smiles.
“Well, here’s the thing. I’ve got two brothers—one in Arizona and one in Colorado. When we all moved away from Texas, we promised that whenever we drank, we’d each have one for the others, just like we did back home. So I’m drinking for my brothers and myself.”
The bartender nods, impressed, and leaves him alone.
The cowboy becomes a regular, always ordering three beers and sipping them in rotation.
One day, though, he walks in and orders only two mugs.
The regulars fall silent.
When the cowboy comes back for his second round, the bartender leans in and says,
“Hey, partner… I couldn’t help but notice you only ordered two beers today. I just want to say I’m real sorry. My condolences.”
The cowboy looks confused, then laughs and shakes his head.
“Oh no, nothing like that. My brothers are just fine.”
Relieved, the bartender asks, “Well then… what happened?”
The cowboy grins and says,
“I quit drinking.” 🍺😄
