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An executive, a foreman and a union worker were sitting in the bar accross the street from the factory. There was only one other person in the bar; a man with a long beard and a peaceful look about him. The three men kept looking over at this other man, for he seemed somewhat familiar.
They stared and stared, wondering where they had seen him before, when suddenly the Executive cried out, "My God, I know who that man is! It's Jesus!"
The others looked again and, sure enough, it was Jesus himself, sitting alone at a table.
The executive called out, "Excuse me - Are you Jesus?"
The man looks over at him, smiles a small smile and nods his head.
"Yes, I am Jesus," he replies.
The executive calls the bartender over and says to him "I'd like you to give Jesus over there a glass of single malt whiskey from me."
So the bartender pours Jesus a glass of Glenlivet and takes it over to his table. Jesus looks over, raises his glass to the men, smiles a thank you and drinks up.
The foreman then calls out, "Errr, excuse me, Sir, but are you sure you be Jesus?"
Jesus smiles and replies, "Yes, I am Jesus."
The foreman then beckons to the bartender and tells him to send over a pint of Sam Adams for Jesus, which the bartender duly does. As before, Jesus accepts the drink and smiles over at the men.
Then the union worker calls out, "Oi, you! D'ya reckon you're Jesus, or what?"
Jesus nods and says, "Yes, I am Jesus."
The worker is mightily impressed and has the bartender send over a pint of Schlitz, which he accepts with pleasure.
Some time later, after finishing the drinks, Jesus rises from his seat and approaches the three men.
He reaches for the hand of the executive and shakes it, thanking him for the whisky. When he lets go, the man gives a cry of amazement. "Oh God, the arthritis is gone," he says. "The arthritis I've had for years has disappeared. It's a miracle!"
Jesus then shakes the hand of the foreman, thanking him for the Sam Adams. Upon letting go, the foreman's eyes widen in shock. "Amazing!", he exclaims," that migraine that's plagued me for over 40 years has vanished completely. It's a miracle!"
Jesus then turns to the union man whose face shows sheer, unadulterated terror."
"Oy! Don't even think about it, Jesus. I'm on disability!!"
An executive, a foreman and a union worker were sitting in the bar accross the street from the factory. There was only one other person in the bar; a man with a long beard and a peaceful look about him. The three men kept looking over at this other man, for he seemed somewhat familiar.
They stared and stared, wondering where they had seen him before, when suddenly the Executive cried out, "My God, I know who that man is! It's Jesus!"
The others looked again and, sure enough, it was Jesus himself, sitting alone at a table.
The executive called out, "Excuse me - Are you Jesus?"
The man looks over at him, smiles a small smile and nods his head.
"Yes, I am Jesus," he replies.
The executive calls the bartender over and says to him "I'd like you to give Jesus over there a glass of single malt whiskey from me."
So the bartender pours Jesus a glass of Glenlivet and takes it over to his table. Jesus looks over, raises his glass to the men, smiles a thank you and drinks up.
The foreman then calls out, "Errr, excuse me, Sir, but are you sure you be Jesus?"
Jesus smiles and replies, "Yes, I am Jesus."
The foreman then beckons to the bartender and tells him to send over a pint of Sam Adams for Jesus, which the bartender duly does. As before, Jesus accepts the drink and smiles over at the men.
Then the union worker calls out, "Oi, you! D'ya reckon you're Jesus, or what?"
Jesus nods and says, "Yes, I am Jesus."
The worker is mightily impressed and has the bartender send over a pint of Schlitz, which he accepts with pleasure.
Some time later, after finishing the drinks, Jesus rises from his seat and approaches the three men.
He reaches for the hand of the executive and shakes it, thanking him for the whisky. When he lets go, the man gives a cry of amazement. "Oh God, the arthritis is gone," he says. "The arthritis I've had for years has disappeared. It's a miracle!"
Jesus then shakes the hand of the foreman, thanking him for the Sam Adams. Upon letting go, the foreman's eyes widen in shock. "Amazing!", he exclaims," that migraine that's plagued me for over 40 years has vanished completely. It's a miracle!"
Jesus then turns to the union man whose face shows sheer, unadulterated terror."
"Oy! Don't even think about it, Jesus. I'm on disability!!"
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