On the subject of bicycles, a little lad goes to his mum and DEMANDS a new bike.
'Sorry,' says mum. 'We simply can't afford it right now. Maybe you should ask Santa for one.'
The littl'un walks away muttering, thinking to himself, 'I've asked Santa for loads of stuff, and gotten damn all.' He mopes for a bit then it occurs to him that praying for a bike might work. So every night for a week, just before bed, his begs, he implores Jesus to send him a new bike. Every morning he gets up and (big shock), no bike. At the end of the week, he's just about to give up, when he notices the small statue of the Blessed Virgin on the mantle. When no one's looking, he takes the statue, wraps it in a tea towel, and hides it under his bad.
That night, he gets on his knees, clasps his little hands together and says, 'Sweet Lord Jesus; if you ever want to see your mammy again...'
Boru
'Sorry,' says mum. 'We simply can't afford it right now. Maybe you should ask Santa for one.'
The littl'un walks away muttering, thinking to himself, 'I've asked Santa for loads of stuff, and gotten damn all.' He mopes for a bit then it occurs to him that praying for a bike might work. So every night for a week, just before bed, his begs, he implores Jesus to send him a new bike. Every morning he gets up and (big shock), no bike. At the end of the week, he's just about to give up, when he notices the small statue of the Blessed Virgin on the mantle. When no one's looking, he takes the statue, wraps it in a tea towel, and hides it under his bad.
That night, he gets on his knees, clasps his little hands together and says, 'Sweet Lord Jesus; if you ever want to see your mammy again...'
Boru
‘But it does me no injury for my neighbour to say there are twenty gods or no gods. It neither picks my pocket nor breaks my leg.’ - Thomas Jefferson