During his sermon, the vicar asks if anyone would like to come forward to give thanks for an answered prayers. A woman walks to the front, faces the congregation and begins.
‘Six months ago, my husband Frank was in a terrible motorcycle accident in which his scrotum was almost completely destroyed [rustling noise as all the men in the pews shift uncomfortably]. Honestly, his poor scrotum was so mangled that the doctors weren’t sure they could save it [more rustling and not a few gasps]. But I prayed and prayed. Eventually, the doctors were able to use stitches [more gasps], staples [gasps and some audible groans], surgical glue and wires [a few quick sobs] to hold his shattered, shredded scrotum together. And after months of rehab and follow up surgeries, Frank’s scrotum is as good as new, thank the Lord [sighs of relief]!’
She returns to her seat, and the vicar asks, ‘Umm…anyone else?’
A man comes forward and announces, ‘I’m Frank[stunned silence]. And honey, the word is sternum .’
Boru
‘Six months ago, my husband Frank was in a terrible motorcycle accident in which his scrotum was almost completely destroyed [rustling noise as all the men in the pews shift uncomfortably]. Honestly, his poor scrotum was so mangled that the doctors weren’t sure they could save it [more rustling and not a few gasps]. But I prayed and prayed. Eventually, the doctors were able to use stitches [more gasps], staples [gasps and some audible groans], surgical glue and wires [a few quick sobs] to hold his shattered, shredded scrotum together. And after months of rehab and follow up surgeries, Frank’s scrotum is as good as new, thank the Lord [sighs of relief]!’
She returns to her seat, and the vicar asks, ‘Umm…anyone else?’
A man comes forward and announces, ‘I’m Frank[stunned silence]. And honey, the word is sternum .’
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