A little boy was doing his math homework. He said to himself, “Two plus
five, that son of a bitch is seven. Three plus six, that son of a bitch
His mother heard what he was saying and gasped, “What are you doing?”
The little boy answered, “I’m doing my math homework, Mom.”
A man smelling of booze and cigarettes sat down on a subway next to a
priest. His tie was stained, there was red lipstick on his collar and
face and a half-empty bottle of gin was sticking out of his torn coat
pocket. He opened his newspaper and began reading.
A group of 3rd, 4th and 5th graders, accompanied by two female teachers, went on a field trip to the local racetrack, (Churchill Downs) to learn about thoroughbred horses and the supporting industry (Bourbon), but mostly to see the horses.
A man is driving down the road and his car breaks down near a monastery.
He goes to the monastery, knocks on the door, and says, “My car broke down. Do you think I could stay the night?”
The monks graciously accept him, feed him dinner, and even fix his car. As the man tries to fall asleep, he hears a strange sound. A sound unlike anything he’s ever heard before. The Sirens that nearly seduced Odysseus into crashing his ship comes to his mind. He doesn’t sleep that night.