A hillbilly walks into a bar, orders three mugs of Budweiser and 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 him, "You know, a mug goes flat after
I draw it, it would taste better if you bought one at a time."
The hillbilly replies, "Well, you see, I have two brothers, one is in
Australia, the other is in Dublin, and I'm in Tennessee. 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 hillbilly 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 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 and this round is on me."
The hillbilly 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 had us join that
Baptist Church and I had to quit drinking. It hasn't affected my brothers
though.
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 him, "You know, a mug goes flat after
I draw it, it would taste better if you bought one at a time."
The hillbilly replies, "Well, you see, I have two brothers, one is in
Australia, the other is in Dublin, and I'm in Tennessee. 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 hillbilly 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 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 and this round is on me."
The hillbilly 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 had us join that
Baptist Church and I had to quit drinking. It hasn't affected my brothers
though.
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