When I don't pray for rain for my beets and squash crops, it rains too much upon them. When it doesn't rain enough, I pray for rain, but it doesn't fall. Go figure. "The Lord works in mysterious ways," they say. Which gave me an idea; this time I'm gonna catch the Lord's attention, I thought to myself. So I had a nice, large, color flyer printed; it has a picture of a smiling old fart standing in front of a big truck. The flyer reads, "Tired of Moving in Mysterious Ways? Call Gargoyle's Van Lines in Seine, Delaware." Now I gotta figure a way to get it to heaven.
-Old Gargoyle
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