> The bartender was washing his glasses when an elderly Irishman came in =
> and
> with great difficulty, hoisted his bad leg over the barstool, pulled =
> himself
> up painfully and asked for a sip of Irish whiskey.
>
> The Irishman looked down the bar and said, "Is that Jesus down there?" =
> The
> bartender nodded and the Irishman told him to give Jesus an Irish =
> whiskey
> also.
>
> The next patron was an ailing Italian with a hunched back and slowness =
> of
> movement. He shuffled up to the barstool and asked for a glass of =
> Chianti.
>
> He also looked down the bar and asked if that was Jesus sitting down =
> there.
> The bartender nodded and the Italian said to give Him a glass of =
> Chianti,
> also.
>
> The third patron, a redneck, swaggered in dragging his knuckles on the =
> floor
> and hollered, "Barkeep, set me up a cold one."
>
> Hey, is that God's Boy down there?" The barkeep nodded, and the redneck =
> told
> him to give Jesus a cold one too.
>
> As Jesus got up to leave, he walked over to the Irishman, touched him =
> and
> said, "For your kindness, you are healed!" The Irishman felt the =
> strength
> come back to his leg, and he got up and danced a jig to the door.
>
> Jesus touched the Italian and said, "For your kindness you are healed!" =
> The
> Italian felt his back straighten and he raised his hands above his head =
> and
> did a flip out the door.
>
> Jesus walked toward the redneck, and the redneck jumped back and =
> exclaimed,
> "Don't touch me, I'm drawin' disability!"
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