Emails from the Bishop

"An Elderly man in Florida had owned a large farm for several
> years. He
> had a large pond in the back, fixed up nicely: Picnic
> tables, horseshoe
> courts, a volleyball court, and some apple and peach trees.
>
> The pond was properly shaped and fixed up for swimming. One
> evening the old farmer decided to go down to the pond and
> look it over, as he
> hadn't been there in a while. He grabbed a five-gallon
> bucket to bring
> back some fruit.
>
> As he neared the pond, he heard voices shouting and
> laughing with glee. As he came closer, he saw it was a
> bunch of young women skinny-dipping in his pond. He made
> the women aware of his presence and they all went to the
> deep end. One of the women shouted to him, "We're
> not coming out until you leave!"
>
> The old man frowned, "I didn't come down here to
> watch you ladies swim naked or make you get out of the pond
> naked"
>
> Holding the bucket up he said, "I'm here to feed
> the alligator"
>
> Old men can still think fast"



* please be warned that this is a more milder one of his emails... typically the ones I receive are more politically driven, usually pretty narrow-minded without any fact checking, and are ALWAYS in direct opposition to my own political views. Hence my desire to include them in my blog. I just thought I'd get it started with a little humor....