A drover, moved to Queensland from Victoria , and walks into a bar and orders three glasses of XXXX. He sits, drinking a sip out of each one in turn until he finishes, then he orders three more.
On his third round the bartender says, "You know, a glass begins to go flat after I draw it. So Ii may taste better for you if you bought one at a time."
The cattleman replies, "Well, you see, I have two brothers. One's in 'Tassie' , another is now a 'Sand groper' from Adelaide. When we all left our home in Echuca' , we promised each other we'd drink this way to remember the days when we drank together. So I'm drinking one beer for each of my brothers and one for myself."
The bartender admits that this is a nice custom, And leaves it there.
The drover becomes a regular in the bar, and continues the habit . One day, he comes in and only orders two glasses..
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 want to offer my condolences on your loss."
The drover looks quite puzzled for a moment, Then a light dawns in his eyes and he laughs. "Oh, no, everybody's just fine," he explains, "It's just that my wife and I joined the Salvation Army, and I had to quit drinking."
"Hasn't affected my brothers though..
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