A good joke

Found while net surfing.

A fundamentalist preacher was taking a walk one day and happened upon a young girl who was playing with something in a cardboard box. When he got closer he could see that in the box was a litter of new-born kittens.
"What kind of kittens are those?" asked the preacher.
"Why, they're Christian kittens," replied the little girl.
The preacher walked on, pleased to see that the little girl had Jesus foremost in her thoughts.

A few days latter the preacher saw the little girl again.
"And how are your little Christian kittens doing today?" asked the man of God.
"Oh, they aren't Christian kittens, they're Pagan kittens," replied the girl.
"But...but... I thought you said last week that they were Christian kittens," sputtered the flabbergasted preacher.
"Oh, they were. But now their eyes are open."

*Hic*

I am drunk. Tipsy. Three sheets to the wind, if you will.

It's really pathetic what a light weight I've become. I'm drunk off a single can of Budweiser. Now, I'm not supposed to drink, but I made chili for dinner tonight. You gotta have beer with chili! So I bought a six-pack, and the other five will probably last me until the All-Star break in July.

But here I sit. Buzzed. In my cups. Looking for a lampshade that goes with my outfit.

The funny thing is that right after I finished dinner, and my beer, I got a call from the UMA Lemmings. soldiergrrrl, her husband-to-be Snark, Red, Household 6, and Colin were all gathered together.. getting drunk. Nice to fit in. We had a great conversation.

"I tried to stand up, and it didn't work." SG, on why she fell out of her chair.

So I remain potted, pissed, or plastered (take your pick)

I'll probably go to bed presently. I was tired before dinner, and the alcohol didn't help.

*yawn*

G'night.