BALLS-UP

> GAG OF THE MONTH

Howard A Hangin, email

A PASTOR asked if anyone in the congregation would like to express praise for prayers answered.

A lady stood up, walked to the pulpit and said: “I would like to express praise.

Two months ago my husband John had a terrible bike accident. His scrotum was smashed. Every move caused him unbearable pain – he couldn’t hold me or the children, and the doctors didn’t know whether they’d be able to help him.

“In the end,” she continued, “the doctors performed a delicate operation and we prayed. With God’s grace, they were able to piece together the crushed bits of John’s scrotum and wrap wire around it to hold it in place.”

All the men in the congregation squirmed uncomfortably.

“Now John is out of the hospital and the doctors say that in time his scrotum should recover completely.”

All the men sighed with relief. The pastor rose and asked if anyone else had anything to say. A man stood up and walked to the pulpit.

“Good morning,” he said. “I’m John, and I’d like to once again remind my wife that the word is ‘sternum’.”