Cussing Will Come Back to You

A preacher was making his rounds to his parishioners on a bicycle,

when he came upon a little boy trying to sell a lawnmower.

"How much do you want for the mower?" asked the preacher.

"I'm just trying to make enough money to buy a bicycle," said the

little boy.

After a moment of consideration, the preacher asked, "Will you take my bike in trade for it?"

The boy said, "You got a deal."

The preacher took the mower and tried to crank it. He pulled on the

string a few times with no response from the mower.

The preacher called the little boy over and said, "I can't get this

mower to start."

The little boy said, "That's 'cause you have to cuss at it to get it started."

The preacher said, "I'm a minister, and I can't cuss. It's been so

long since I've been saved that I don't know if I even remember

how to cuss."

The little boy looked at him happily and said, "Just keep pulling

on that string. It'll come back to ya!