Willys cynical thought for the fugging day;
It is good to laugh at yourself. Why let everyone else have all the freaking fun.
The difference between Baptist's and Catholic's
Little Johnny was walking down a dirt road after church one Sunday afternoon when he came to a crossroads where he met a little girl coming from the other direction.
"Hello," said Little Johnny.
"Hi," replied the little girl.
"Where are you going?" asked Johnny.
"I've been to church this morning and I'm on my way home," answered the girl. "Me too," replied Little Johnny. "I'm also on my way home from church."
"Which church do you go to?" he asked.
"I go to the Baptist church back down the road," replied the little girl. "What about you?" "I go to the Catholic church back at the top of the hill," replied Johnny. They are both going the same way so they walk together.
They came to a low spot in the road where spring rains had partially flooded the road so there was no way that they could get across to the other side without getting wet.
"If I get my new Sunday dress wet my Mom's going to skin me alive," said the little girl. "My Dad'll tan my hide too if I get my new Sunday suit wet," replied Little Johnny.
"I tell you what I think I'll do," said the girl. "I'm gonna pull off all my clothes and hold them over my head and wade across."
"That's a good idea," replied Johnny. "I'm going to do the same with my suit." So they both undressed and waded across to the other side without getting their clothes wet.
They were standing there in the sun waiting to drip dry before putting their clothes back on when Johnny, who had been visually appraising his new friend, finally remarked, "You know, my Mom told me there really is a difference between Baptist's and Catholic's, now I see what she means!"
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2006-10-26
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