Loco pastor burns his hand in loud protest (standard:humor, 900 words)
Author: Godspenman	Added: Sep 13 2010	Views/Reads: 2825/1884	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
Every now and then, a thought enters my mind. Once inside my mind, it endures a lonely existence and rattles around long enough to morph into something quite different when it comes out than what went in.

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soon. I struck another match and still the charcoal did not light. I 
sprinkled a little more lighter fluid on the charcoal and struck 
another match. Nothing. 

I was beginning to run out of time. I took the lighter fluid and emptied
the entire can on my charcoal and as I did it, I heard my wife's car 
come into the driveway. I knew I had to fly into action now. 

I struck the match and touched it to the charcoal and the last thing I
remember was a flash of light and a terrible exploding noise in my 
ears. Then I felt pain. Pain in my right hand. 

I looked at my right hand and saw that it was aflame and burning rather
nicely. Then my wife came through the back door onto the patio just in 
time to see me dance and yell like a banshee. 

The charcoal in the grill was all ablaze and my right hand burning
out-of-control my wife had the audacity to look at me and say, "Whatcha 
you doing?" 

As we were eating our potato salad and coleslaw, I thought of a Bible
verse. 

"Wherefore let him that thinketh he standeth take heed lest he fall." (1
Corinthians 10:12 KJV). 

My problem is I think too much. 


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