There are two little boys, brothers, that are the terror of their neighborhood. No house escapes TP drapery, no lawn is safe from an overnight watering, and mailboxes can't seem to stay on their posts.
The community is fed up, and demands that the parents crack down down on the boys; the postman will stop delivering mail, and the garbageman will pass their cans untouched.
The parents are at their wits; end; they have tried everything from spanking to reasoning, with no results.
They take the bothers to the local priest, who agrees to go overboard a bit and scare them straight. He takes the older boy into his office, and sits him down on the other side of the desk.
He sternly asks, Son, where is God?
The boy squirms a bit, but doesn't answer.
The priest slaps his hand on the desk, Son, where is God?
The boy is sweating and shaking, but still doesn't answer.
The priest bangs his fist on the table with every word now, I'm going to ask you one last time, where is God?
The boy jumps up, runs out of the office, grabs his little brother, and they run and run to their secret hiding place. He tells his little brother,
Damn, we are in BIG trouble. Somebody stold God, and they think WE did it!
(resteemed)