Every once in a while you have that writers block, when coming up with some content is not exactly what is flowing through the noodle. To this blogger, today is one of those days when I am reaching for some kind of content.
I have a story in mind, but I'm going to wait for it to develop so I can present the whole story at once. I have a couple of birthdays coming up this week and of course my Big Ole hairy blog, but on a Tuesday Morning (or Monday night tee hee) I have nothing of any value to offer anyone.
Since I have writers block, I offer you a little humor.
A few minutes before the church services started, the congregation was sitting in their pews and talking. Suddenly, Satan appeared at the front of the church.
Everyone started screaming and running for the back entrance, trampling each other in a frantic effort to get away from evil incarnate. Soon the church was empty except for one elderly gentleman who sat calmly in his pew without moving, seemingly oblivious to the fact that God's ultimate enemy was in his presence.
So Satan walked up to the man and said, 'Do you know who I am?'
The man replied, 'Yep, sure do.'
Aren't you afraid of me?' Satan asked.
'Nope, sure ain't.' said the man.
Don't you realize I can kill you with one word?' asked Satan.
Don't doubt it for a minute, ' returned the old man, in an even tone.
'Did you know that I can cause you profound, horrifying agony for all eternity?' persisted Satan.
Yep,' was the calm reply.
'And you're still not afraid?' asked Satan.
'Nope,' said the old man.
More than a little perturbed, Satan asked, ' Why aren't you afraid of me?'
The man calmly replied, 'Been married to your sister for 48 years.'