A fellow hoists three brews every Friday at the same bar. Without
fail, every Friday he buys three brews and thoughtfully drinks them
down and then goes home. After months and months of this "pilgrimage"
the bar tender is curious and says to the man: As certain as a
sunrise, you come in here and drink three brews and then go home,
there must be a story to this. The man replies: There certainly is a
story behind this. I was in the worst of the VietNam War. Three of us
became unseparatable buddies. We all vowed that if we ever got out
alive, we'd all meet on a Friday evening and drink to our
deliverance, and if one of us was missing the other two would drink
the missing man's drink, and likewise if only one of us survived that
man would drink for the missing two.
The following week the fellow orders two brews, and consistently
drinks two brews every Friday evening. After months of this, the
bartender says to the man: You used to buy three brews every Friday
after work, but now you drink only two. There must be a story to
The man replies:
I joined the Mormon Church, and I'm not allowed to drink.