Heh heh....
Yeah, once again this one wasn't invented. It came from the Panaca Jane crew and was born in Bend, OR last summer while drinking at a local bar.
Here is the original version:
Mikey, Jesus, and Trumpet are buying a well deserved beer at the bar after flying in from Montana:
Mikey: Did you know that there are only two basic types of beer?
Jesus: Not this story again, we always have the same three conversations when we go out.
Trumpet: And they are?
Jesus: It's always that there are only two kinds of beers....
Mikey: ....and how we can't remember shit.
Trumpet: And what's the third one?
Mikey: We don't remember.
and there you go . . . a few months later . . . A CHICKEN WINGS STRIP! (modified to exclude language and the beer references)