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Post by bracabric on May 21, 2008 15:18:08 GMT -5
My Dad used to tell me this one when I was in my late teens and begining to frequent Pubs,
One cold day in last October when I was far from sober And carrying a load with manly pride. My feet began to stutter so I laid down in the gutter And a pig came by and laid right by my side.
So I warbled, "Tis fair weather when good fellows get together". When a lady passing by was heard to say, "You can tell a man who boozes by the company he chooses." And the pig got up and quickly walked away.
Dick
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Post by bracabric on May 21, 2008 16:13:51 GMT -5
I was shocked, confused, bewildered as I entered Heaven’s door, Not by the beauty of it all, by the lights or its decor.
But it was the folks in Heaven who made me sputter and gasp – the thieves, the liars, the sinners, the alcoholics, the trash.
There stood the kid from seventh grade who swiped my lunch money twice. Next to him was my old neighbor who never said anything nice.
Herb, who I always thought was rotting away in hell, was sitting pretty on cloud nine, looking incredibly well.
I nudged Jesus, “What’s the deal? I would love to hear Your take. How’d all these sinners get up here? God must’ve made a mistake.
And why’s everyone so quiet, so somber? Give me a clue.” “Hush, child,” said He. “They’re all in shock. No one thought that they’d see you.”
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