A fellow from Boston, Massachusetts was hiking through the mountains of
northern Georgia when he came upon the tiniest cabin he had ever seen in his
life. Intrigued, he went up and knocked on the door. “Anybody home?” he
asked.
“Yep,” came a kid’s voice through the door.
“Is your father there?” asked the tourist.
“Pa? Nope, he left before Ma came in,” said the kid.
“Well, is your mother there?” persisted the tourist.
“Ma? Nope, she left just before I got here,” said the kid.
“But,” protested the Yankee, “are you never together as a family?”
“Sure, but not here,” said the kid through the door. “This is the outhouse!”
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Dr Bob Griffin, www.grif.net
“Jesus knows me, this I love”