Two tall trees, a birch and a beech, are growing in the woods. A small tree begins to grow between them, and the beech says to the birch, 'Is that a son of a beech or a son of a birch?'
The birch says he cannot tell, but just then a woodpecker lands on the sapling.
The birch says, 'Woodpecker, you are a tree expert. Can you tell if that is a son of a beech or a son of a birch?'
The woodpecker takes a taste of the small tree and replies, 'It is neither a son of a beech nor a son of a birch. It is, however, the best piece of ash I have ever poked my pecker into.'
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Wise Latina Woman
"Grandchildren
from my daughters I know are mine."
Grandchildren
from my sons I can never be so sure."
-Panamanian friend quoting his grandmother-
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A pious soul who dies, goes to heaven, and gains an audience with the Virgin Mary. The visitor asks Mary why, for all her blessings, she always appears in paintings as a bit sad, a bit wistful: Is everything O.K.?
Mary reassures her visitor: “Oh, everything’s great. No problems. It’s just ... it’s just that we had always wanted a daughter.”
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HIP HOP MARY
Always joking that one day I will write a Christmas Song;
a rap song titled....."HELL MARY!"
The chorus goes like this......
(chorus)
"hell Mary!,
wa'cho gettin knocked up fo?"
So far, that's as far as I've gotten.
But seriously,
have a question needing to ask;
a hypothetical one.
If they were to find Jesus's bones in a crypt
(proven beyond a reasonable doubt)
and
manage to extract enough DNA to do a paternity test.....
The results showing that
Jesus did indeed have a father; not necessarily Joseph.
That Mary was not a virgin; at least not any more.
Would you stop being a Christian?
We still have his words of wisdom to live by.
That's the most important part....right?
Or have you been too busy silencing people considered offensive?
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It’s no wonder that truth is stranger than fiction… Fiction has to make sense.
~ Mark Twain
Most people would rather die than think. In fact, they do.
~Bertrand Russell
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