The kids stayed with Mom on their own for a few days so I could attend a pastor-theologian conference in Santa Fe. One night after lectures, etc. a bunch of us headed out to a bar down the road aways. They had a really good blues band and quite an eclectic clientele. We'd each had a few drinks when a really, really eclectic looking guy came in wearing a colorful cowboy jacket covered with fringe and sequins. Definetly not something that wanders into your average mainline church on your average Sunday. As we pastors-who-don't-get-out-often-enough are trying to figure our where to put this guy in our mental file-o-fax, Jeff the California Lutheran peers over his beer mug and says, "The guy's name is Joseph and he's got eleven big brothers who are about to come in here and kick his ass."
Well, it seemed mighty funny at the time.
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3 comments:
Pretty funny right here and now, too!
chuckling!
ROFL!
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