Too many Questions
Too many Questions
I was dragged along to church over Easter, and sat through the usual story line. At the end of the sermon the minister asked if any one would like to ask any questions about heaven and such, after about half an hour of mind boggling too and froing somebody asked if Angels made love, and in an impatient retort, a voice was heard from the rear of the church to say "do they, Ferkin' hell". To which the minister replied, "one question at a time please."