Mot: The bartender approaches and tells the cowboy,
A cowboy, who just moved to Montana from Texas, walks into a bar and orders three mugs of Bud.
He sits in the back of the room, drinking a sip out of each one in turn.
When he finishes them, he comes back to the bar and orders three more.
The bartender approaches and tells the cowboy,
“You know, a mug goes flat after I draw it.
It would taste better if you bought one at a time.”
The cowboy replies, “Well, you see, I have two brothers.
One is in Arizona, the other is in Colorado.
When we all left our home in Texas, we promised that we’d drink this way to remember the days when we drank together.
So I’m drinking one beer for each of my brothers and one for myself.”
The bartender admits that this is a nice custom, and leaves it there.
The cowboy becomes a regular in the bar, and always drinks the same way.
He orders three mugs and drinks them in turn.
One day, he comes in and only orders two mugs.
All the regulars take notice and fall silent.
When he comes back to the bar for the second round, the bartender says, “I don’t want to intrude on your grief, but I wanted to offer my condolences on your loss.”
The cowboy looks quite puzzled for a moment, then a light dawns in his eyes and he laughs.
“Oh, no, everybody’s just fine,” he explains.
“It’s just that my wife and I joined the Baptist Church and I had to quit drinking.”
“It hasn’t affected my brothers though.”
Mot: Irish Sunday School
How to get to Heaven from Ireland
I was testing children in my Dublin Sunday school class to see if they understood the concept of getting to heaven. I asked them,
‘If I sold my house and my car, had a big garage sale and gave all my money to the church, would that get me into heaven?’
‘NO!’ the children answered.
‘If I cleaned the church every day, mowed the garden, and kept everything tidy, would that get me into heaven?’
Again, the answer was ‘NO!’
By now I was starting to smile. ‘Well, then, if I was kind to animals and gave sweets to all the children, and loved my husband, would that get me into heaven?
Again, they all answered ‘NO!’. I was just bursting with pride for them. I continued, ‘Then how can I get into heaven?’
A six year-old boy shouted out: “YUV GOTTA BE DEAD.SILLY…”
Mot: … dang! – guess its True… Ya start to look like Ur Pets!! ~~
Mot: Siigghhhh – went on Safari! Flock of elephants
Mot: .. They Know – they are sneaky —