farm girl

A farm girl from Saskatchewan walks into a bar in Calgary 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 farm girl, "You know, a mug goes
> > flat after I draw it. It would taste better if you bought one at a time."
> >
> > The farm girl replies, "Well, you see, I have two sisters. One is in
> > Australia, the other is in Cranbrook . When we all left our home in
> > Saskatchewan, 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
> > farm girl 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 farm girl 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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