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The pastor asked if anyone in the congregation would like to express praise for answered prayers.

 

Suzie Smith stood and walked to the podium.

 

She said, "I have a praise. Two months ago, my husband, Phil, had a terrible bicycle wreck and his scrotum was completely crushed.

 

The pain was excruciating and the doctors didn't know if they could help him."

 

You could hear a muffled gasp from the men in the congregation as they imagine the pain that poor Phil must have experienced.

 

"Phil was unable to hold me or the children," she went on, "and every move caused him terrible pain. 

 

We prayed as the doctors performed a delicate operation, and it turned out they were able to piece together the crushed remnants of Phil's scrotum, and wrap wire around it to hold it in place."

 

Again, the men in the congregation cringed and squirmed uncomfortably as they imagined the horrible surgery performed on Phil.

 

"Now," she announced in a quivering voice, "thank the Lord, Phil is out of the hospitaland the doctors say that with time, his scrotum should recover completely."

 

All the men sighed with unified relief. The pastor rose and tentatively asked if anyone else had something to say.

 

A man stood up and walked slowly to the podium.

 

He said, "I'm Phil." The entire congregation held its breath. "I just want to tell my wife the word is sternum."*

 

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I mowed the lawn today, after doing that I sat down and had a cold beer. The day was really quite beautiful and the drink made for some deep thinking on various topics. One that stood out was about an age old question; Is giving birth more painful than getting kicked in the nuts?

 

Women have always maintained that giving birth is way more painful than a guy getting kicked in the nuts. Well, after another beer and some more heavy deductive reasoning, I have come up with an answer to this question.

 

Getting kicked in the nuts is more painful than having a baby. What!, you say? Here is the reason I have come to this conclusion. A year or so ago after giving birth, a women will often say, "It might be nice to have another child." On the other hand, you never hear a guy say, "You know, I think I would like another kick in the nuts."

 

I rest my case. Time for another beer and some more deep thinking.

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Getting kicked in the nuts is more painful than having a baby. What!, you say? Here is the reason I have come to this conclusion. A year or so ago after giving birth, a women will often say, "It might be nice to have another child." On the other hand, you never hear a guy say, "You know, I think I would like another kick in the nuts."

 

 

Respect Brett.  You are clearly a man of great wisdom. Have another beer and think some more. I could have another beer and tell this one to my wife.  Yes, beer makes you the wisest and bravest man on the planet. That is why the pain of hangovers goes way deeper than just a headache! 

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