As I was coming home and worrying about all the stuff going on in my
life, my family's lives, my friends’ lives, and what's happening in
Washington, Moscow, Ukraine, the Middle East, Hillary Clinton's
scandals, Jeb, Trump, Fox News, the downgrading of our military, the
terrorists infiltrating our border, the illegals, the refugees, and how
our country is rapidly losing its sanity and its Christianity, I saw a
yard sign that said:
Out of curiosity and desperation, I called the number. A Mexican showed
up with a lawnmower
Sigh. I had a bad experience with my
depression. I called the suicide hotline,
which was forwarded to Pakistan. I told
them all about my depression. They acted
excited, and asked if I could drive a truck?
New one to me, and thank you Derby.
A Mormon congregation near me had two
Jose Garcias. Neither had a middle name.
They named one JosA and the other JosB.
(Like your hose A and hose B). I'm told
this is a true story.
Did you hear about the Hispanic guy who
could not get tickets to the ball game?
He was climbing the fence, and the stadium
called him by name, and caught him at it.....
(who knows this one?) <extends microphone>
Two years ago, I got a dinner invite with some
friends. The youngest son, Luke, about a year
old. We were patiently waiting for the blessing
on the food. Luke is obviously hungry. He's
flapping arms and legs around. On his high chair
plate is food, and next to his plate are fork
and spoon. I looked the boy in the eye (he was
seated across the corner of the table from me)
and intoned in my best theatrical voice "Use
the fork, Luke!". A couple of the adults got
the joke. I haven't said any thing funny since
that point. No sense going out in decline. You
will be pleased to know that Luke got fed, and
also his two older siblings. They are healthy and
well, as of Christmas when I last visited.
Pastor at church is asking the congregation who
knows where God is. A cute little girl in a print
dress and long hair raised her hand. The pastor
took the wireless microphone, and went over to ask
the cute little girl.
Girl: God is at my house, and he's in the bathroom.
Pastor: And how do you know that?
Girl: My Dad pounds on the bathroom door, and yells
"MY GOD! MY GOD! Are you still in there!"
Christopher Apostate. Young
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