When Jesus Christ was a very young boy of 8 or 9 years, he did all the things other boys of his age did. He played with his toys and ran with his friends. But like most little boys that age, he really wanted a puppy.
He begged Joseph to let him have one but Joseph said he wasn't ready for the responsibility.
Jesus continued to beg and beg and promised to be responsible. And then one day Joseph came home with a puppy and Jesus was so happy.
"Now Jesus, this dog is your responsibility,” said Joseph.
"Yes, I know,” said Jesus.
"You need to feed him every day."
"I will,” said Jesus.
"You need to brush him every day"
"I will,” said Jesus.
“And you need to make sure he gets lots of exercise every day."
“I promise,” said Jesus.
The very next day Joseph comes home from a long day of carpentry and heard Jesus crying in his room. He saw the boy sitting there holding a leash eyes full of tears and no puppy to be found.
"Jesus, what's wrong? Where is your dog?" said Joseph.
Between heaving sobs, Jesus said, "He...he...died."
Joseph was shocked. "Died!? It's only been a day. Did you feed the dog?"
"Y..Y..Yes."
"Did you brush him?"
"Y...Y..yes."
“Did you give him exercise?"
"Y...Y..Yes. That's how he died."
"How did that kill him?"
"I...I..took him on a long walk and he drowned."
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A little bird was flying south for the winter. It was so cold the bird froze and fell to the ground into a large field. While he was lying there, a cow came by and dropped some dung on him.
As the frozen bird lay there in the pile of cow dung, he began to realize how warm he was. The dung was actually thawing him out! He lay there, warm and happy, and soon began singing.
A passing cat heard the bird singing and came to investigate. Following the sound, the cat discovered the bird under the pile of cow dung, promptly dug him out and ate him.
A man was hunting when a gust of wind blew, the gun fell over & discharged, shooting him in the genitals.
As he was lying in a hospital bed he was approached by his doctor.
"Well, I have some good news & some bad news. The good news is that you’re going to be OK.”
“The damage was local to your groin, there was very little internal damage, & we were able to remove all of the buckshot."
What's the bad news?" asked the hunter.
"The bad news is that there was some pretty extensive buckshot damage done to your penis which left quite a few holes in it. I'm going to have to refer you to my sister."
We always hear "the rules" from the female side. Now here are the rules from the male side. These are our rules! Please note these are all numbered "1" ON PURPOSE!
1. Learn to work the toilet seat. You're a big girl. If it's up put it down. We need it up, you need it down. You don't hear us bitching about you leaving it down. 1. Birthdays, Valentine’s Day & anniversaries are not grail quests to see if we can find the perfect present.
1. Sometimes we are not thinking about you. Live with it. 1. Saturday = sports. It's like the full moon or the changing of the tides. Let it be.
In the pale spring sun I sit,
enervated, frail,
burdened with writhing demons
that riot every day,
infecting what should be calm with chaos.
I am singularly ill-equipped to conquer them;
if there is nothing rippling the surface
of life's lake I invent something,
some vague possibility of disaster,
and then I am done for.
Those devils take what I make
and set it in a hall of mirrors, where,
multiplied, magnified, its golem mouth gapes,
raw and red, and swallows me as neatly as ever
Jonah's whale swallowed him.
You have known at least 2 preppy rich kids from Fairfield who listen to Phish.
Disclaimer: I’m from Fairfield and I’ve never listened to Phish. But yes, even back in the dark ages I knew a lot of preppy kids in high school.