Thursday, April 30, 2009

The Pastor's Ass

The pastor entered his donkey in a race and it won.

The pastor was so pleased with the donkey that he entered it in the Race
again, and it won again.

The local paper read:

PASTOR'S ASS OUT FRONT.

The Bishop was so upset with this kind of
publicity that he ordered the pastor

not to enter the donkey in another race.

The next day, the local paper headline read:

BISHOP SCRATCHES PASTOR'S ASS.

This was too much for the bishop, so he
ordered the pastor to get rid
of the donkey..

The pastor decided to give it to a nun in a
nearby convent..

The local paper, hearing of the news, posted the following headline the next day:


NUN HAS BEST ASS IN TOWN.


The bishop fainted. He informed the nun that she would have to get rid of the donkey, so she sold it to a farmer for $10.

The next day the paper read:


NUN SELLS ASS FOR $10.


This was too much for the bishop, so he
ordered the nun to buy back the
donkey and lead it to the plains where it could run wild.


The next day the headlines read:


NUN ANNOUNCES HER ASS IS WILD AND FREE...


The bishop was buried the next day.

The moral of the story is .. . .

being concerned about public opinion can
bring you much grief and misery even shorten your life..

So be yourself and enjoy life.

Stop worrying about everyone else's ass and
you'll be a lot happier and live longer!

2 comments:

TheySay said...

love it!

Deanna said...

The Lady in the Back Pew
>
> A pastor's wife was expecting a baby, so he stood before the
> Congregation and asked for a raise.
> After much discussion, they passed a rule that whenever the
> preacher's family expanded, so would his paycheck.
> After 6 children, this started to get expensive and the
> Congregation decided to hold another meeting to discuss the Preacher's'
> expanding salary.
> A great deal of yelling and inner bickering ensued, as to how much
> the clergyman's additional children were costing the church, and how
> much more it could potentially cost.
> After listening to them for about an hour, the pastor rose from
> his chair and spoke, 'Children are a gift from God, and we will take as
> many gifts as He gives us.
> Silence fell on the congregation.
> In the back pew, a little old lady struggled to stand, and finally
> said in her frail voice,
> 'Rain is also a gift from God, but when we get too much of it, we
> wear rubbers.'
> The entire congregation said, 'Amen.'