I hope I haven't posted one before.
The parable of the clever son.
An old man lying on his deathbed summoned his three sons.
“I will give each of you a penny, my children,” he said in a trembling voice. “The one who can buy something to fill the whole house with will inherit my house and all my possessions.”
The first son went out and bought a bale of hay but the hay was barely enough to fill even the smallest room.
The second son went out and bought a cart-full of feathers but the feathers were barely enough to fill a second room.
Then the third son went out and bought a little candle.
“A candle?” laughed his brothers, “What a fool”.
But when he lit the little candle, the house filled with light and the two brothers were amazed.
Proletariat version:
Wait! I’m in this too!” said the fourth illegitimate son, bursting into the room.
“Go back to the stables, Bastard! You have lots of work to do!” said the brothers.
But then the bastard son let out a long, intense fart, which filled the whole house instantly.
“There,” he said. “And that was for free. Who’s the bastard now, then?”


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