Friday, July 22, 2011

Weekend Humor




A lady goes to her pastor one day and tells him, ''Bishop, I have a problem."



"Oh and what is that?" He asked

"I have two female parrots, but they only know to say one thing.'' she said

''What do they say?' the pastor asked.

"They say, 'Hi, we're hookers! Do you want to have some fun?' " she said.

''What?That's obscene!' the pastor exclaimed,

Then he thought for a moment.....

''You know," he said, ''I may have a solution to your problem. I have two male talking parrots, which I have taught to pray and read the Bible... just bring your two parrots over to my house, and we'll put them in the cage with Frankie and Pete." he said.

"My parrots can teach your parrots to pray and worship, And your parrots are sure to stop saying... That phrase... In no time."

''Oh Thank you, Bishop'' the woman responded, ''This may very well be the solution.''




The next day, she brought her female parrots to the priest's house....

As he ushered her in, she saw that his two male parrots were inside their cage holding rosary beads and praying...

Impressed, she walked over and placed her parrots in with them...

After a few minutes, the female parrots cried out in unison:
"Hi, we're hookers! Do you want to have some fun?"

There was stunned silence...Shocked, One male parrot looked over at the other male parrot and says,

''Put the beads away, Frankie,Our prayers have been answered!"

4 comments:

Grover Tha Playboy said...

Good One Bruh! LOL!

Toni said...

LOL! That was too cute!

Sean said...

LMBAO!

James Perkins said...

This is why I love this blog...You mix seriousness with humor quite well.




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DEAR GOD: Sometimes anger seems so near to the surface of my life. An unwelcome word, the remembrance of a past hurt, a disappointment I had not expected can make my emotions swirl with the force of a small cyclone. Sometimes my heart feels hot, my nerves feel edgy, my mind feels like lit dynamite. And sometimes, I just turn silent, go inward, cut myself off from anything and anyone that could ease the throbbing inside. I hold on to my anger, as if to let it go would render the reason for my anger meaningless. I pray that your great love will burn away my anger and leave me settled in the cool breeze of your presence. Help me let go, not only of the anger, but of what made me angry in the first place. Let me breathe deep the wonder and peace of love. Amen.









































































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