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Written by Submitted by Meeker
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Sunday, 12 August 2007 |
An old southern country preacher from west Texas had a teenage son named David and it was getting time the boy should give some thought to choosing a profession. Like many young men, the boy didn't really know what he wanted to do, and he didn't seem too concerned about it. One day, while the boy was away at school, his father decided to try an experiment.
He went into the boy's room and placed on his study table four objects:
- a Bible,
- a silver dollar,
- a bottle of whiskey and
- a Playboy magazine
I'll just hide behind the door,' the old preacher said to himself, 'and when he comes home from school this afternoon, I'll see which object he picks up.
If it's the Bible, he's going to be a preacher like me, and what a blessing that would be!
If he picks up the dollar, he's going to be a businessman and that would be OK.
But if picks up the bottle, he's going to be a no-good drunkard, and, Lord, what a shame that would be.
And worst of all, if he picks up that magazine he's gonna be a skirt-chasin' bum.'
The old man waited anxiously, and soon heard his son's footsteps as he entered the house whistling and headed for his room. The boy tossed his books on the bed, and as he turned to leave the room he spotted the objects on the table. With curiosity in his eye, he walked over to inspect them.
Finally, he picked up the Bible and placed it under his arm. He picked up the silver dollar and dropped it into his pocket. He uncorked the bottle and took a big drink while he admired this month's Centerfold.
'Lord have mercy,' the old preacher disgustedly whispered, he's going into the oilfield.Write Comment (0 Comments) |
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Written by Submitted by Oldfella
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Thursday, 26 July 2007 |
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A Scottish soldier in full dress marches into a pharmacy to speak to the chemist.
The Scot opens his sporran and pulls out a neatly folded cotton bandana, opens it to reveal a smaller silk square which he
unfolds to reveal a condom.
The condom has a number of patches on it. He holds it up. "How much to repair it?" the Scot asks the pharmacist. "Six pence," says the chemist. "How much for a new one?" "Ten pence." The Scot folds the condom into the silk square and the cotton bandana, places it in his sporran and marches down the aisle and out the door of the pharmacy.
A moment or two later a great shout goes up, followed by an even greater shout. The Scot walks into the pharmacy again and back to the pharmacist. "The regiment has taken a vote," the Scot says. "We'll have a new one!" Write Comment (0 Comments) |
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Checking out of Hotel Gayboy |
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Written by Inky
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Thursday, 26 July 2007 |
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Inky's Column here to followWrite Comment (0 Comments) |
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