Baptist Cowgirl
> Baptist Cowgirl
>
> 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."
>
>
>
> 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."
>
>
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Hehehehehehehe good one! 0 -
That there girl is purty smart. 0 -
that is a good one fish..[:D][:D][:D] 0 -
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