A group of Texas friends went deer hunting and paired-off in twos for
the day. That night, one of the hunters returned alone, staggering under
the weight of an eight-point buck. "Where's Henry?" the others asked.
"Henry had some kind of stroke. He's a couple of miles back up the
trail," the successful hunter replied. "You left Henry laying out there
and carried the deer back?" they inquired of him. "A tough call," nodded
the hunter. "But I figured no one's going to steal Henry!"

 
Greg Hopper
 
"Why is it that when we talk to God we're said
to be praying, but when God talks to us
we're schizophrenic?"
- Lily Tomlin -
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