driftdiver
Nurse Shark
- First Name
- Wayne
An old southern Baptist country preacher had a teenage son, and it was
>getting time the boy should give some thought to choosing a
profession.
>Like many young men, the boy didn't really know what he wanted to do,
>and he didn't seem too concerned about it.
>
>One day, while the boy was away at school, his father decided to try
an
>experiment. He went into the boy's room and placed on his study table
>four objects: - a Bible, - a silver dollar, - a bottle of whisky and -
a
>Playboy magazine
>
>
>"I'll just hide behind the door," the old preacher said to himself,
"and
>when he comes home from school this afternoon, I'll see which object
he
>picks up. If it's the Bible, he's going to be a preacher like me, and
>what a blessing that would be! If he picks up the dollar, he's going
to
>be a businessman, and that would be okay, too. But if he picks up the
>bottle, he's going to be a no-good drunkard, and, Lord, what a shame
>that would be. And worst of all, if he picks up that magazine he's
>gonna be a skirt-chasin' bum."
>
>The old man waited anxiously, and soon heard his son's footsteps as he
>entered the house whistling and headed for his room. The boy tossed
his
>books on the bed, and as he turned to leave the room he spotted the
>objects on the table. With curiosity in his eye, he walked over to
>inspect them.
>
>Finally, he picked up the Bible and placed it under his arm. He picked
>up the silver dollar and dropped it into his pocket. He uncorked the
>bottle and took a big drink while he admired this month's Centerfold.
>
>"Lord have mercy," the old preacher disgustedly whispered, "he's gonna
>be a Congressman.
>getting time the boy should give some thought to choosing a
profession.
>Like many young men, the boy didn't really know what he wanted to do,
>and he didn't seem too concerned about it.
>
>One day, while the boy was away at school, his father decided to try
an
>experiment. He went into the boy's room and placed on his study table
>four objects: - a Bible, - a silver dollar, - a bottle of whisky and -
a
>Playboy magazine
>
>
>"I'll just hide behind the door," the old preacher said to himself,
"and
>when he comes home from school this afternoon, I'll see which object
he
>picks up. If it's the Bible, he's going to be a preacher like me, and
>what a blessing that would be! If he picks up the dollar, he's going
to
>be a businessman, and that would be okay, too. But if he picks up the
>bottle, he's going to be a no-good drunkard, and, Lord, what a shame
>that would be. And worst of all, if he picks up that magazine he's
>gonna be a skirt-chasin' bum."
>
>The old man waited anxiously, and soon heard his son's footsteps as he
>entered the house whistling and headed for his room. The boy tossed
his
>books on the bed, and as he turned to leave the room he spotted the
>objects on the table. With curiosity in his eye, he walked over to
>inspect them.
>
>Finally, he picked up the Bible and placed it under his arm. He picked
>up the silver dollar and dropped it into his pocket. He uncorked the
>bottle and took a big drink while he admired this month's Centerfold.
>
>"Lord have mercy," the old preacher disgustedly whispered, "he's gonna
>be a Congressman.