Buying Jesus A Beer
The bartender was washing his glasses, when an elderly Irishman came
in. With great difficulty, the Irishman hoisted his bad leg over the
barstool, pulled himself up painfully, and asked for a sip of
Irish whiskey. The Irishman looked down the bar and said, Is that
Jesus down there? The bartender nodded, so the Irishman told him to
give Jesus an Irish whiskey, too.
The next patron to come in was an ailing Italian with a hunched
back, who moved very slow. He shuffled up to the barstool and asked for
a glass of Chianti. He also looked down the bar and asked if that was
Jesus sitting at the end of the bar. The bartender nodded, so the
Italian said to give Him a glass of Chianti, too.
The third patron to enter the bar was a redneck, who swaggered into
the bar and hollered, Barkeep, set me up a cold one! Hey, is that
God's Boy down there? The barkeep nodded, so the redneck told him to
give Jesus a cold one, too.
As Jesus got up to leave, he walked over to the Irishman and touched
him and said, For your kindness, you are healed! The Irishman felt
the strength come back to his leg, so he got up and danced a jig out the
Jesus touched the Italian and said, For your kindness, you are
healed! The Italian felt his back straighten, so he raised his hands
above his head and did a flip out the door.
Jesus walked toward the redneck, but the redneck jumped back and exclaimed,
Don't touch me! I'm drawing disability!
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