Humor #728

Why do psychics have to ask you for your name?

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A good friend was waiting nearby while his young son prayed silently before going to bed. Suddenly the boy burst out laughing.

“Reggie!” scolded his father, “Why are you laughing during prayer?”

“But Dad,” the boy answered, “you told me that prayer is talking to God like a friend, and I just told him a joke.”

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Tiring of the same old buzz haircut from the base barber at Fort Dix, New Jersey, I went into town to get my haircut. The hairdresser noticed my accent and asked where I was from.

“Trinidad,” I said.

“Is that in Arabia?”

“The Caribbean.”

She laughed, “Sorry, I never was very good at geometry.”

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Hailey, age four, heard a thunderstorm rumbling overhead and asked her parents and grandparents to listen to it. After the thunder stopped, Hailey told everyone to be quiet for a minute and she began to pray and asked God to stop the thunder and lightning.

Immediately after she said, “Amen,” another clap of thunder was heard.

Hailey looked up toward heaven and said, “You’re not listening!”

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Little Johnny’s father took him on a fishing trip to Canada.

On returning home after catching only three fish his father says, “The way I figure it each fish cost us $400!”

Little Johnny replied, “Well, at that price it’s a good thing we didn’t catch any more of them than we did.”

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