The =
pastor’s wife called and asked him to pick up some organic kale =
for that night’s dinner on his way home. He arrived at the store =
and began to search all over for organic kale before finally asking the =
produce clerk where he might find some.
The young =
clerk seemed confused by the man’s request, so the Pastor said: =
“Look, I don’t touch the stuff. Hate kale. She tries to make =
me eat it, but not happening. This kale is for my wife. All I need =
to know is whether it’s been sprayed with poisonous =
chemicals.”
The visibly =
horrified fellow replied, “No, Reverend, you will have to do that =
yourself.”
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Dr Bob Griffin =
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www.grif.net =
"Jesus =
Knows Me, This I Love!"