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Harry Babb
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Wished I would have thought about this 37 days ago..........

Harry

Thought you might like this joke.

REDNECK LENT

Each Friday night after work, Bubba would fire up his
outdoor grill and cook a venison steak. But, all of Bubba's
neighbors were Catholic. .And since it was Lent, they were
forbidden from eating meat on Friday. The delicious aroma from the
grilled venison steaks was causing such a problem for the
Catholic faithful that they finally talked to their priest. The
Priest came to visit Bubba, and suggested that he become a
Catholic.


After several classes and much study, Bubba attended
Mass...and as the priest sprinkled holy water over him, he said,
'You were born a Baptist, and raised a Baptist, but now you are a
Catholic. 'Bubba's neighbors were greatly relieved, until Friday
night arrived, and the wonderful aroma of grilled venison filled
the neighborhood. The Priest was called immediately by the
neighbors, and, as he rushed into Bubba's yard, clutching a rosary
and prepared to scold him, he stopped and watched in amazement.

There stood Bubba, clutching a small bottle of holy
water which he carefully sprinkled over the grilling meat and
chanted: You wuz born a deer,
you wuz raised a deer, but now you a catfish.
hb
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Hah!! Loved it!
Looking for my next boat!
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Post by jspiezio »

Irish Lent



An Irishman moves into a tiny hamlet in County Kerry, walks into the pub and promptly orders three beers. The bartender raises his eyebrows, but serves the man three beers, which he drinks quietly at a table, alone.

An hour later, the man has finished the three beers and orders three more. This happens yet again. The next evening the man again orders and drinks three beers at a time, several times. Soon the entire town is whispering about the Man Who Orders Three Beers. Finally, a week later, the bartender broaches the subject on behalf of the town. "I don't mean to pry, but folks around h ere are wondering why you always order three beers?"

"Tis odd, isn't it?" the man replies. "You see, I have two brothers, and one went to America , and the other to Australia . We promised each other that we would always order an extra two beers whenever we drank as a way of keeping up the family bond."

The bartender and the whole town were pleased with this answer, and soon the Man Who Orders Three Beers became a local celebrity and source of pride to the hamlet, even to the extent that out-of-towners would come to watch him drink.

Then, one day, the man comes in and orders only two beers. The bartender pours them with a heavy heart. This continues for the rest of the evening. He orders only two beers. The word flies around town. Prayers are offered for the soul of one of the brothers.

The next day, the bartender says to the man, "Folks around here, me
first of all, want to offer condolences to you for the death of your brother. You know-the two beers and all.

The man ponders this for a moment, then replies,"You'll be happy to hear
that my two brothers are alive and well. It's just that I, meself, have decided to give up drinking for Lent."
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