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Coach and Horses…Chester,England
In light of the few recent ‘heavy’ posts I shall post something lighthearted, but still with a religious theme.
Take a breather for a few minutes.
Oh, for God’s Sake! In the Pub
The two soot-blackened, temporary, volunteer firemen, sat at the bar, supping their beer.
“Terrible,” Alf said, shaking his head.
“Dreadful,” agreed his erstwhile companion, Bert.
“Y’know, I never realised ‘til now that building was a place of worship, Bert.”
“Well, y’wouldn’t, would you? I mean, there’s only Fazel, his family and his cousin, Ishmael. So they’re not likely to build a big one, round here, are they?”
“I always thought it was a Laundromat, them going in all dressed in their bed sheets, like,” said Alf, theological man-of-the –world.
“I thought it was a doctor’s rooms,” opined Bert.
“How d’yer reckon on that?” asked Alf.
“Well, all that moaning an’ groaning that comes from inside. Thought…
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