They said they’d be back and they didn’t disappoint. My neighborhood Jehovah’s Witnesses (BTW, hasn’t witness testimony been proven to be unreliable? But I digress.) came back while I was splitting more firewood. No avoiding them this time…
- Son Of Lurch: Hey Bob, you’re married (oh, this is rich, already. – ed), you’ll be interested in this article…
- Me: Um, okay. The Watchtower, eh?
- SOL: So, Bob, if you had questions about your marriage, who would you ask?
- Me: Um, nobody?
- SOL: No! You’d ask the person who conceived of marriage! Maybe this scripture passage will help…
- Bit from Genesis: “So the Lord God caused a deep sleep to fall upon the man, and while he slept took one of his ribs and closed up its place with flesh; and the rib which the Lord God had taken from the man he made into a woman and brought her to the man.”
- Me: Well, that’s neat. It’s like recycling.
Both Son Of Lurch and Bob Hoskins were flabbergasted. The latter saying, “gosh, you sure say some interesting things” with a nervous chuckle.
“Well, what’s good for the bottle is good for the rib. Right fellas?” “Um, we should be going now…”
Mission accomplished. Get it?
Your pal,
bob