BAPTIST DINNER FOR EIGHT !

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BAPTIST DINNER FOR EIGHT ! ! !

A group of country friends from the Cottonwood

Baptist Church

wanted to get together on a regular basis, socialize,

and play games.

The lady of the house was to prepare the meal.

When it came time

for Al and Janet to be the hosts - Janet wanted to

outdo all the others.

Janet decided to have mushroom-smothered steak. But,

mushrooms are

expensive. She then told her husband, " No mushrooms.

They are too

high. "

He said, " Why don't you go down in the pasture

and pick some of

those mushrooms? There are plenty in the creek bed. "

She said, " No,

some wild mushrooms are poison. " He said, " Well, I see

varmints eating

them and they're OK. So - Janet decided to give it a

try.

She picked a bunch, washed, sliced, and diced

them for her

smothered steak. Then she went out on the back porch

and gave Ol' Spot's

(the yard dog) a double handful. Ol' Spot ate every

bite.

All morning long, Janet watched Ol' Spot and

the wild mushrooms

didn't seem to affect him, so she decided to use them.

The meal was a

great success, and Janet even hired a helper lady from

town to help her

serve. She had on a white apron and a fancy little cap

on her head.

After everyone had finished, they relaxed, socialized,

and played 42 &

Mexican dominoes.

About then, the helper lady from town, came in

and whispered in

Janet's ear. She said, " Mrs. , Ol' Spot just

died. " Janet went

into hysterics. After she finally calmed down, she

called the doctor

and told him what had happened.

The doctor said, " That's bad, but I think we

can take care of it.

I will call for an ambulance and I will be there as

quick as possible.

We'll give everyone enemas and we will pump out

everyone's stomach.

Everything will be fine. Just keep them calm. "

Soon they could hear the siren as the

ambulance was coming down

the road. The EMTs & the doctor had their suitcases,

syringes, and a

stomach pump. One by one, they took each person into

the bathroom,

gave them an enema, and pumped out their stomach.

After the last one

was finished, the doctor came out and said, " I think

everything will be fine

now, and he left. "

They were all looking pretty weak sitting

around the living room,

and about this time, the helper lady came in and said,

" You know, that

fellow that ran over Ol' Spot never even stopped!!!

Spiritual freedom is my birthright.

I am a free thinker. I am able to rise above mental

prejudices and stereotypes of others.

I am a free thinker. Nobody and nothing can manipulate

me or deceive me.

I am a free thinker. I freely choose truth and love.

Today, I embrace a greater degree of spiritual

freedom.

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