Besides pretzels, a story always goes good with a beer...
A cowboy, who just moved to Wyoming from Texas, walks into a bar and orders three mugs of Bud
He sits in the back of the room, drinking a sip out of each one in turn.
When he finishes, he comes back to the bar and orders another 3-mug round.
The bartender approaches and tells the cowboy, "You know, a mug goes flat after I draw it. It would taste better if you drank one at a time..."
The cowboy replies, "Well, you see, I have two brothers. One is an Airborne Ranger, the other is a Navy Seal, both serving overseas somewhere. When we all left our home in Texas, 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 brothers and one for myself."
The cowboy becomes a regular in the bar, and always drinks the same way.
One day, he comes in and only orders two mugs. (I know, a tear is coming to my eye too)
All the regulars take notice and fall silent.
When he comes back to the bar for the second 2-mug round, the bartender says, "I don't want to intrude on your grief, but I wanted to offer my condolences on your loss."
The Cowboy says “Thanks so much for your concern and sentiment, but one brother came back home and he and his wife just joined the Baptist Church and he had to quit drinking.”
Cheers.