2011-08-17

I GOT YOUR MAMA!

Little Johnny came into the kitchen where his mother was making dinner. His birthday was next week and he thought it was a good opportunity to talk about what he wanted.

- Mom, I want a bike for my birthday. 

Little Johnny was a bit of a troublemaker. He had gotten into trouble at home and at school. The mother asked if Jonny thought he deserved some presents. Of course Jonny said. Jonny's mother, who was a Christian woman, wanted him to revise his behavior over the last year and then write a letter to Jesus and explain why he thought he deserved a bike. Jonny ran up the stairs to her room and sat down to write Jesus a letter. 

"Dear Jesus, 

I have been a very good boy this year and would like a red bike for my birthday. Your friend Jonny" 

Jonny knew that he wasn’t honest, he had not been a very good boy this year. So he tore up the letter and started again.

"Dear Jesus, 

This is your friend Jonny. 

I've been pretty good this year and would like a red bike for my birthday. Thanks in advance Jonny."

Jonny knew he still was not honest so he tore up the letter and started over again: 

"Dear Jesus, 

I've been a pretty good boy this year and I would really like a red bike for my birthday. Your friend Jonny"

Jonny knew he could not send this letter to Jesus either. Jonny was very upset. He went back downstairs and told his mother that he would go to church. Johnny's mother thought her plan had worked because Johnny looked very sad. 

- Come home before dinner only, said the mother. 

Jonny walked down the street to the church and he went to the altar. He looked around to see if anyone was there who could see him. He picked up a statue of Holy Mary, let it quickly slide down his shirt and ran then out of the church. He ran all the way home and well at home so he ran immediately to his room where he wrote another letter to Jesus. 

"I GOT YOUR MAMA. IF YOU WANT TO SEE HER AGAIN SO GIVE ME THAT GOD DAMN BIKE! 

HELLO ... YOU KNOW WHO! "
//Darth Vader


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