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I was addicted to the hokey pokey, but I turned myself around! ("If it is true that humans share 44% of their DNA with bananas, then how, when, and why did it become so much more difficult to drive a stick-shift? Answer me that , eh!")

Friday, May 27, 2016

They only come out at night!

Dear Readers:

This was just sent in by one of our regular contributors!

What's going on? There's not even French on it .... just Arabic!

Maybe it has something to do with the fact that there's almost 30,000 Arabs in this city folks. (The highest concentration in Canada!) 

Of course most of us don't notice them because they only come out at night! 

(I'm not being funny here folks, over in the Middle-East people stay in-doors during the hot days and only come out after the sun sets!)

* A typical Westmount street about 10 P.M.




Well now, since we have something about the Mooslims, we might as well give the Christians equal time!!!!


Painting the Church...

There was a Scottish painter named Smokey MacGregor who was very interested in making a penny where he could, so he often thinned down his paint to make it go a wee bit further.

As it happened, he got away with this for some time, but eventually the local church decided to do a big restoration job on the outside of one of their biggest buildings.

Smokey put in a bid and, because his price was so low, he got the job. So he set about erecting the scaffolding and setting up the planks, and buying the paint and yes, I am sorry to say, thinning it down with turpentine.........!

Well, Smokey was up on the scaffolding, painting away, the job nearly completed, when suddenly there was a horrendous clap of thunder, the sky opened and the rain poured down washing the thinned paint from all over the church and knocking Smokey clear off the scaffold to land on the lawn among the gravestones, surrounded by telltale puddles of the thinned and useless paint.

Smokey was no fool. He knew this was a judgment from the Almighty, so he got down on his knees and cried: "Oh God, Oh God, forgive me; what should I do?"

And from the thunder, a mighty voice spoke. (you're going to love this)

"Repaint! Repaint! And thin no more!"

("Blessed are the cracked, for they are the ones who let in the light.")