An Irishman is struggling to find a parking space.
“Lord,” he prayed. “I can’t stand this. If you open a space up for me, I swear I’ll give up the Guinness and go to mass every Sunday.”
Suddenly, the clouds part and the sun shines on an empty parking spot. Without hesitation, the Irishman says:
“Never mind, I found one!”
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Hey Sarge!
Just in case you are interested, here's my latest:
http://redpilljew.blogspot.com/2018/03/one-jews-red-pill-journey-part-4-of.html