Sunday 4 September 2016

The Best Job

When three boys were bragging in the school yard about their fathers’ jobs, the first boy said, “My Dad has the best job. He scribbles a few words on a piece of paper, calls it a poem and they pay him $50.” The second boy said, “That's nothing. My Dad scribbles a few words on a piece of paper, calls it a song and they pay him $100.” And the third boy said, “I got you both beat. My Dad scribbles a few words on a piece of paper, calls it a sermon and it takes over ten people to collect all their money for him!”

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