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Little Johnny, having spent a hard day collecting rocks in the neighborhood, was having some difficulty hauling his rock-laden wagon up a hill. As he pulled, a string of obscenities flowed from his mouth at quite an alarming rate for a ten-year-old. The town's pastor, enjoying the nice day out by taking a walk down this very same street, overheard little Johnny's pottymouth and decided to intervene. "John, my son," the pastor began, "it is not becoming of youth to use such foul language. Jesus Christ, our savior, is everywhere, and He can hear you right now."
"Oh, he's everywhere?" Little Johnny looked quite intrigued. The pastor smiled, seeing that he'd piqued Johnny's interest. "Yes, my son, he is everywhere." At this point Johnny was feverish with excitement. "Is he standing next to us?"
"Yes, my son."
"Is he under this rock?"
"Yes, my son."
"Is he in my wagon?"
"Yes, my son."
"Then tell him to get the fuck out and start pushing!"
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-Slauncha
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