Nice Joke.. sent by Nandi.<\/p>\n
\n Little Bobby came into the kitchen where his mother was making
dinner. His birthday was coming up and he thought this was a good time to
tell his mother what he wanted. Mom, I want a bike for my birthday. Little Bobby was a bit of a troublemaker.<\/p>\n
He had gotten into trouble at school and at home.
Bobby\u2019s mother asked him if he thought he deserved to get a bike
for his birthday. Little Bobby, of course, thought he did.<\/p>\n
Bobby\u2019s mother wanted Bobby to reflect on his behavior over the
last year. Go to your room, Bobby, and think about how you have behaved this
year. Then write a letter to God and tell him why you deserve a bike for
your birthday.<\/p>\n
Little Bobby stomped up the steps to his room and sat down to write
God a letter.
\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2013<\/p>\n
Letter 1<\/span><\/p>\n Dear God,<\/p>\n
I have been a very good boy this year and I would like a bike for
my birthday.
I want a red one.<\/p>\n
Your friend,
Bobby<\/p>\n
Bobby knew that this wasn\u2019t true. He had not been a very good boy
this year,
So he tore up the letter and started over.
\u2014\u2014\u2014-<\/p>\n
Letter 2<\/span><\/p>\n Dear God,<\/p>\n
This is your friend Bobby. I have been a good boy this year and I
would like
a red bike for my birthday. Thank you.<\/p>\n
Your friend,
Bobby<\/p>\n
Bobby knew that this wasn\u2019t true either. So, he tore up the letter
and started again.
\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2013<\/p>\n
Letter 3<\/span><\/p>\n Dear God,<\/p>\n
I have been an OK boy this year. I still would really like a bike
for my birthday.<\/p>\n
Bobby<\/p>\n
Bobby knew he could not send this letter to God either. So, Bobby
wrote a fourth letter.
\u2014\u2014\u2014-<\/p>\n
Letter 4<\/span><\/p>\n God,<\/p>\n
I know I haven\u2019t been a good boy this year. I am very sorry.
I will be a good boy if you just send me a bike for my birthday.
Please! Thank you,<\/p>\n
Bobby<\/p>\n
Bobby knew, even if it was true, this letter was not going to get
him a bike.<\/p>\n
\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2013
Now, Bobby was very upset. He went downstairs and told his mom that
he wanted to go to church.
Bobby\u2019s mother thought her plan had worked, as Bobby looked very
sad.
Just be home in time for dinner, Bobby\u2019s mother told him.<\/p>\n
Bobby walked down the street to the church on the corner.
Little Bobby went into the church and up to the altar.
He looked around to see if anyone was there.<\/p>\n
Bobby bent down and picked up a statue of the Mary.
He slipped the statue under his shirt and ran out of the church,
down the street,
into the house, and up to his room.
He shut the door to his room and sat down with a piece of paper and
a pen.<\/p>\n
Bobby began to write his letter to God.<\/p>\n
Letter 5<\/span><\/p>\n God,<\/p>\n
I\u2019VE KIDNAPPED YOUR MAMA. IF YOU WANT TO SEE HER AGAIN, SEND THE
BIKE!!!!!!<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n
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He had gotten into trouble at school and at home.
Bobby’s mother asked him if he thought he deserved to get a bike
for his birthday. Little Bobby, of course, thought he did.<\/p>\n
Bobby’s mother wanted Bobby to reflect on his behavior over the
last year. Go to your room, Bobby, and think about how you have behaved this
year. Then write a letter to God and tell him why you deserve a bike for
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