What if things don't go down easily
Thursday, July 16, 2009
The Jokes Of The Day
When the light changed, a man stepped off the curb and started to cross the street. He had to jump backward when an SUV almost hit him.
The woman inside calmed the nine kids she was transporting from the soccer match, then she asked the man if he was okay.
"Lady!" he yelled. "Don't you know when to stop?"
She yelled back, "Hey! They're not ALL mine!"
The woman inside calmed the nine kids she was transporting from the soccer match, then she asked the man if he was okay.
"Lady!" he yelled. "Don't you know when to stop?"
She yelled back, "Hey! They're not ALL mine!"
The Joke Of The Day
Teacher to a third grade student: "Billy, if both of your parents were born in 1967, how old are they now?"
Billy: "It depends."
Teacher: "It depends on what?"
Billy: "It depends on whether you ask my father or my mother."
Billy: "It depends."
Teacher: "It depends on what?"
Billy: "It depends on whether you ask my father or my mother."
The Joke Of The Day
An old pastor lay dying. He sent a message for an IRS agent and his lawyer to come to the hospital. When they arrived, they were ushered up to his room.
As they entered the room, the pastor held out his hands and motioned for them to sit on each side of the bed. The pastor grasped their hands, sighed contentedly, smiled, and stared at the ceiling. For a time, no one said anything.
Both the IRS agent and lawyer were touched and flattered that the old man would ask them to be with him during his final moments. They were also puzzled because the pastor had never given any indication that he particularly liked either one of them.
Finally, the lawyer asked, "Pastor, why did you ask the two of us to come here?"
The old pastor mustered all his strength, then said weakly, "Jesus died between two thieves, and that's how I want to go."
As they entered the room, the pastor held out his hands and motioned for them to sit on each side of the bed. The pastor grasped their hands, sighed contentedly, smiled, and stared at the ceiling. For a time, no one said anything.
Both the IRS agent and lawyer were touched and flattered that the old man would ask them to be with him during his final moments. They were also puzzled because the pastor had never given any indication that he particularly liked either one of them.
Finally, the lawyer asked, "Pastor, why did you ask the two of us to come here?"
The old pastor mustered all his strength, then said weakly, "Jesus died between two thieves, and that's how I want to go."
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