The Bottom of the Barrel jokes used below have been with permission from the author Ralph Milton.

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This from Laura Baum of New Mexico.
            Adam was walking with his sons Cain and Abel. They passed by the ruins of the Garden of Eden.
            "What's that?" asked Cain.
            "Boys," says Adam. "That's where your mother ate us out of house and home."

 

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This from Linda McMullan. It's been around for a long time, but it gladdens the heart of all the clergy who hear it. After the hectic activity of Easter Week, that's a good thing to do.


             Isaac Asimov, familiar to many as a noted scientist and author, once told a hilarious story about a Rabbi Feldman who was having trouble with his congregation. It seemed they could agree upon nothing.
             The president of the congregation said, "Rabbi, this cannot be allowed to continue. Come, there must be a conference, and we must settle all areas of dispute once and for all." The rabbi agreed.
             At the appointed time, therefore, the rabbi, the president, and ten elders met in the conference room of the synagogue, sitting about a magnificent mahogany table. One by one the issues were dealt with and on each issue, it became more and more apparent that the rabbi was a lonely voice in the wilderness.
             "Come, Rabbi, enough of this," said the President. "Let us vote and allow the majority to rule." He passed out the slips of paper and each man made his mark. The slips were collected and the president said, "You may examine them, Rabbi. It is eleven to one against you. We have the majority."
             The rabbi rose to his feet in offended majesty. "So," he said, "you now think because of the vote that you are right and I am wrong. Well, that is not so. I stand here" - and he raised his arms impressively - "and call upon the Holy One of
Israel to give us a sign that I am right and you are wrong."
             There came a frightful crack of thunder and a brilliant flash of lightning that struck the mahogany table and cracked it in two. The room was filled with smoke and fumes, and the president and the elders were hurled to the floor.
             Through the smoke and rubble, the rabbi remained erect and untouched, his eyes flashing and a grim smile on his face.
             Slowly, the president lifted himself above what was left of the table. His hair was singed, his glasses were hanging from one ear, his clothing was in disarray.
             "All right," he said, "eleven to two. But we still have the majority."

 

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Evelyn McLachlan attributes this story to John Ortberg.
            A mother who walks in on her six-year-old son and finds him sobbing.
            "What's the matter?" she asks.
            "I've just figured out how to tie my shoes," the boy sobs.
            "Well, honey, that's wonderful," she says. "You're growing up, but why are you crying?"
            "Because now I'll have to do it every day for the rest of my life."

 

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The graduate with a Science degree asks, "Why does it work?"
The graduate with an Engineering degree asks, "How does it work?"
The graduate with an Economics degree asks, "How much will it cost?"
The graduate with a Liberal Arts degree asks, "Would you like fries with that?"

 

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Alan Daye of Verdun, Quebec. writes: "I know this poem is old, and has been used for many professions, but I can't seem to track down the author. Might be one of my favorites, like that fellow Anon., or his close friend Ibid., or maybe even their close friend Trad. Anyway, here it is for your perusal....
 
A man stood at the Pearly Gate
His face was scarred and old
He stood before the man of fate
For admission to the fold

"What have you done," St Peter asked,
"To gain admission here?"
"I've been a church organist, Sir," he said,
"For many and many a year."

The pearly gates swing open wide
As Peter touched the bell.
"Step inside," he said, "and choose your harp
You've had your share of hell."