This great
story came in last week from my dear friend in Ontario:
Lee, Newfoundlanders get razzed a great deal in Canada. They’re
wonderful folk, with an amazing dialect (one of the few left in Canada) and in
general, a sunny outlook on life, but for some reason, they’re the butt of a
truly astonishing number of jokes. Luckily, they seem to take it all in good
fun. Here’s the latest:
Gotta luv them Newfies. They come up with the simplest, most practical –
and logical - solutions. Maybe they should be running the country...
Each Friday night after work, sun, snow or rain, Jack, being a Newfie,
would fire up his outdoor grill and cook a moose steak. But all of Jack's
neighbours were Catholic. And since it was Lent, they were forbidden to eat
meat on Friday. The delicious aroma from the grilled moose steaks was causing
such a problem for the Catholic faithful that they finally talked to their
priest.
The priest came to visit Jack, and suggested that he become a Catholic.
After several classes and much study, Jack attended Mass, and as the
priest sprinkled holy water over him, he said: "You were born a Protestant
and raised a Protestant, but now you are a Catholic."
Jack's neighbours were greatly relieved, until Friday night arrived, and
the wonderful aroma of grilled moose filled the neighbourhood. The priest was
called immediately by the neighbours; and he rushed to Jack's yard, clutching a
rosary, entirely prepared to scold him. However, he stopped dead and simply
watched in amazement.
There stood Jack, clutching a small bottle of holy water which he
carefully sprinkled over the grilling meat and chanted, "You wuz born a
moose, you wuz raised a moose, but now you is a codfish."
My reply to her: Sue, That is
wonderful! Do you think I could get someone to come here and sprinkle me with
champagne and say “you wuz born chunky, you wuz raised chunky, but now you is
thin!” ???
I can dream,
can’t I?
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