Back when I was a younger lad my parents had goats and sheep on our mainly horse farm. We also happened to go to church occassionally as well despite not really being religious. After one sermon, the pastor was standing outside and meeting and greeting his flock. He introduced himself to my parents and asked little Kfell what his plans were for the rest of the afternoon. I replied, "I am going to play with my goat." He asked what was the name of my goat. I replied innocently, "Leather tits!"
That was the last time the kfell family went to church.
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Classic role reversal.
I don't get the *reversal*.
One can ride a goat?
You have obviously never been to Africa, Wales, or Appalachia.
Ha!
Back when I was a younger lad my parents had goats and sheep on our mainly horse farm. We also happened to go to church occassionally as well despite not really being religious. After one sermon, the pastor was standing outside and meeting and greeting his flock. He introduced himself to my parents and asked little Kfell what his plans were for the rest of the afternoon. I replied, "I am going to play with my goat." He asked what was the name of my goat. I replied innocently, "Leather tits!"
That was the last time the kfell family went to church.
Oh boy!
So, *leather tits* preferred riding motorcycles, I presume.
???
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