Make a Preacher Swear

Gentlemen, I thought of Preacher Bob and our other clergy brothers when I read this one. ----------- A preacher was making his rounds to his parishioners on a bicycle, when he came upon a little boy trying to sell a lawn mower.  "How much do you want for the mower?" asked the preacher.   "I just want enough money to go out and buy me a bicycle", said the little boy. After a moment of consideration, the preacher asked, "Will you take my bike in trade for it?" The little boy asked if he could try it out first, and after riding the bike around a little while said, "Mister, you've got yourself a deal!" The preacher took the mower and began to try to crank it. He pulled on the rope a few times with no response from the mower. The preacher called the little boy over and said, "I can't get this mower to start." The little boy said, "That's because you have to cuss at it to get it started." The preacher said, "I am a minister, and I cannot cuss. I've been a minister for so long that I do not even remember how to cuss." The little boy looked at him happily and said, "Just keep pulling on that rope. It will come back to ya!"

It works to Paul, every summer tool gas engine on the place has made me say mississippi a time or two.

Preacher Bob.