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Coming Home From Church

Discussion in 'The Lighter Side' started by Glockrunner, Oct 11, 2005.

  1. Glockrunner

    Glockrunner HOOYA DEEPSEA

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    Sep 10, 2001
    A little boy was walking down a dirt road after church one Sunday afternoon when he came to a crossroads and met a little girl coming from another direction.

    "Hello," said the little boy.

    "Hi," replied the little girl.

    "Where are you going?" asked the little boy.

    "I've been to church this morning and I'm on my way home," answered the little girl.

    "Me too," replied the little boy. "What church do you go to?"

    "The Pentecostal Church back down the road." replied the little girl. "What about you?"

    "Mine's the Baptist Church at the top of the hill," said the boy.

    They discover that they both go home the same way so they decide to walk together.

    They come to a low spot in the road where spring rains partially flooded the road. There's was no way that they could get across to the other side without getting wet.

    "If I get my new Sunday dress wet my Mom's going to skin me alive," said the girl.

    "My mom will tan my hide too if I get my new Sunday suit wet," replied the boy.

    "Tell you what I think I'll do," said the little girl. "I'm gonna pull off all my clothes and hold them over my head and wade across."

    "That's a good idea," replied the little boy. "I'm going to do the same thing with my suit."

    So they both undressed and waded across to the other side without getting their clothes wet. They were standing there in the sun waiting to drip dry before putting their clothes back on.

    The little boy finally remarked, "You know, I never had any idea how much difference there is between a Pentecostal and a Baptist.”