Two Little Boys
Two little boys, ages 8 and 10, were excessively mischievous.
They were always getting into trouble and their parents knew all about it. If any mischief occurred in their town,the two boys were probably involved. The boys' mother heard that a preacher in town had been successful in disciplining children, so she asked if he would speak with her boys. The preacher agreed, but he asked to see them individually. So the mother sent the 8 year old first, in the morning, with the older boy to see the preacher in the afternoon. The preacher, a huge man with a booming voice, sat the younger boy down and asked him sternly, 'Do you know where God is, son?' The boy's mouth dropped open, but he made no response,
One winter morning a hus- band and wife were listening to the radio during breakfast. They heard the announcer say, "We are going to have 8 to 10 inches of snow today. You must park your car on the even-numbered side of the street, so the snowploughs can get through." So the good wife went out and moved her car. A week later while they are eating breakfast again, the radio announcer said
sitting there wide-eyed with his mouth hanging open. So the preacher repeated the question in an even sterner tone, 'Where is God?' Again, the boy made no attempt to answer. The preacher raised his voice even more and shook his finger in the boy's face and bel- lowed, 'Where is God?' The boy screamed and bolted from the room, ran directly home and dove into his closet, slamming the door behind him. When his older brother found him in the closet, he asked, 'What happened?' The younger brother, gasping for breath, replied, 'We are in BIG trouble this time,'
'GOD is missing, and they think we did it!
"We are expecting 10 to 12 inches of snow today. You must park your car on the odd-numbered side of the street, so the snowploughs can get through." The good wife went out and moved her car again. The next week they are again having breakfast, when the radio announcer says, "We are expecting 12 to 14 inches of snow today. You must park..." Then the electric power went
out. The good wife was very up- set, and with a worried look on her face she said, "Honey, I don't know what to do. Which side of the street do I need to park on so the snow- ploughs can get through?" With the love and under- standing in his voice that all men who are married to Blondes exhibit, the husband replied, "Why don't you just leave it in the garage.
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