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'Mister, it's caused by loose living, being with cheap, wicked women, too much alcohol, and contempt for your fellow man,' the priest replied. 'Imagine that,' the drunk muttered. He returned to reading his paper.
The priest, thinking about what he had said, turned to the man and apologized: 'I'm sorry, I didn't mean to come on so strong. How long have you had arthritis?' 'I don't have arthritis, Father,' the drunk said, 'but I just read in the paper that the Pope does.'
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On the following Sunday, the preacher rose to begin and said, 'Now, then, all of you who have done as I requested and read the seventeenth chapter of Mark, please raise your hands.'
Nearly every hand in the congregation went up.
Then said the preacher, 'You are the people I want to talk to. There is no seventeenth chapter of Mark.'
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And it was good.
Later that day, God said, "Let there be one team to rule the others and set the standard for excellence."
With that, he plucked a star from the heavens and placed it on the helmet of silver and blue.
God said, "Let it be called, 'The Dallas Cowboys' - America's team."
Later that day, God said, "Even Cowboys need a**holes."
So he made their fans.
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