oh no

[notyoubob]

A Baptist minister from east Texas had a teenage son, and it was getting to the time where the boy should give thought to a profession. Like many his age, he didn’t seem too concerned. One day, while his son was at school, his father decided to experiment. He went into the boy’s room and laid five objects on his desk: a Bible, a silver dollar, a bottle of whiskey, a marijuana cigarette, a copy of Playboy. The father thought to his himself, “I’ll just hide behind the door and when he comes home from school, I’ll see what object he picks up first. If he picks up the Bible, he’s going to be a preacher – what a blessing that will be! If he picks up the dollar, he’s going to be a businessman, and that would be OK. But if he picks up the bottle, he’s going to be a no-good drunkard, and Lord, what a shame that would be. If he picks up the marijuana, he’s going to be a worthless dope-head, and worst of all, if picks up the Playboy magazine, he’s going to be a skirt-chasing bum.”

The preacher waited anxiously. The son came home, whistling as he hit the back door, and headed for his room. As he tossed his books on the bed and turned to leave, he spotted the objects on the table. Curious, he checked them out. He picked up the Bible, and placed it under his arm. He picked up the silver dollar and put it in his pocket. He put the joint to his lips, lit it, and took a long drag from the doobie, chasing it with a big swig from the whiskey bottle. He opened the Playboy, and began admiring the centerfold.

“Lord, have mercy,” the preacher whispered in disgust, “he’s going to be a journalist!”