SpinnerBait_Nut
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John Smith was the only Protestant to move into a large Catholic neighborhood. On the first Friday of Lent, John was outside grilling a big juicy steak on his grill. <br /><br />Meanwhile, all of his neighbors were eating cold tuna fish for supper. This went on each Friday of Lent. On the last Friday of Lent, the neighborhood men got together and decided that something had to be done about John, he was tempting them to eat meat each Friday of Lent, and they couldn't take it anymore. <br /><br />They decided to try and convert John to be a Catholic. They went over and talked to him and were so happy that he decided to join all of his neighbors and become a Catholic. They took him to Church, and the Priest sprinkled some water over him, and said, "You were born a Baptist, you were raised a Baptist, and now you are a Catholic." <br /><br />The men were so relieved, now their biggest Lenten temptation was resolved. The next year's Lenten season rolled around. The first Friday of Lent came, and just at supper time, when the neighborhood was setting down to their tuna fish dinner, came the wafting smell of steak cooking on a grill. <br /><br />The neighborhood men could not believe their noses! WHAT WAS GOING ON? They called each other up and decided to meet over in John's yard to see if he had forgotten it was the first Friday of Lent? <br /><br />The group arrived just in time to see John standing over his grill with a small pitcher of water. He was sprinkling some water over his steak on the grill, saying, "You were born a cow, you were raised a cow, and now you are a fish."
<br />Funny (and true) story: Long before I got married, my girlfriend at the time and I invited our parish priest over for dinner on a Friday during Lent. We had both totally forgot and had fixed a big, glazed ham with all the fixin's. When it came time to sit down to dinner, the good Father's eyes went open wide. He said, "Excuse me, but isn't this a Friday during Lent?" Embarrassed, we himmed & hawed a bit, looking for some excuse. Then he said, "Well, I guess it wouldn't hurt to allow a 'special dispensation' just this once." And we ate the ham!
