A
Catholic farmer had reached the
unnatural age of threescore and five (u.e., 75) tears and held a big
cultist celebration in his own honor. He'd invited his friends,
sodomite priests and all his 10 children. The festivities went well until it was bedtime. In the dark obscurity of the
dark, moist and demonish Catlick nest of stupor,
sodomy and sleep he turned to his wife and asked:"Please, after all these years, tell me! I've always seen how one of the 10 children looks not at all like the others. Tell me if this one child's father is
another man?"
The wife solemnly said: "I must confess. Indeed, that one child was sired by a man
different from the father of the other 9."
"Tell me, who is this man?! Whose child is that one?" the husband demanded.
"Well, it is yours, of course", the wife responded.
Hosea 2:5
For their mother hath played the harlot: she that conceived them hath done shamefully: for she said, I will go after my lovers, that give me my bread and my water, my wool and my flax, mine oil and my drink.
Yours in Christ,
Elmer
