Topic: The Preachers Son
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Sun 08/09/09 04:56 PM
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> > An old country Preacher had a teenage son, and it was
getting time the boy should give some thought to choosing a profession.

> > Like many young men, the boy didn't really know what he
wanted to do, and he didn't seem too concerned about it.
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One day, while the boy was away at school, his father decided to try an
experiment. He went into the boy's room and placed on his study table four
objects:
> > - a Bible,
> > - a Silver Dollar,
> > - a bottle of Whiskey, and
> > - a Playboy
magazine
> > 'I'll just hide behind the door,' the old
Preacher said to himself. 'When he comes home from school this afternoon,
I'll see which object he picks up. If it's the Bible, he's going to be a
Preacher like me, and what a blessing that would be! If he picks up the
dollar, he's going to be a Businessman, and that would be okay, too. But
if he picks up the bottle, he's going to be a no-good drunkard, and, Lord,
what a shame that would be. And worst of all, if he picks up that magazine
he's gonna be a skirt-chasin' bum.'
> > The old man waited
anxiously, and soon heard his son's footsteps as he entered the house
whistling and headed for his room. The boy tossed his books on the bed,
and as he turned to leave the room he spotted the objects on the table.

> > With curiosity in his eye, he walked over to inspect them.

> > Finally, he picked up the Bible and placed it under his
arm. He picked up the silver dollar and dropped it into his pocket. He
uncorked the bottle and took a big drink while he admired this month's
Centerfold.
> > 'Lord have Mercy,' the old preacher
disgustedly whispered, 'he's gonna be a politician!
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Mon 08/10/09 01:55 AM
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Mon 08/10/09 01:43 PM

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