Jock the Painter

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There was a Scottish painter called Jock, who was very interested in
making a pound where h could, so he often would thin down paint to make
it go a bit further.

As it happened, he got away with this for some time. Eventually the
Presbyterian church decided to get one of its largest churches painted.
Jock put in a bid and got the job.

So he erected trestles, set up the planks, bought paint and I'm sorry to
say thinned it down with turpentine.

Well. Jock was up on the scaffolding, painting away, the job nearly
done, when suddenly there was a horrendous clap of thunder, and the sky
opened. The rain poured down, washing the thhin paint from all over
the church and knocking Jock off the scaffold to land on the lawn
surrounded by telltale puddles of the thinned and useless paint.

Jock was no foll. He knew this was a judgment from the Almighty, so he
got to his knees and cried: "Oh, God! Forgive me! What should I do?"
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And from the thunder, a mighty voice spoke: "Repaint! Repaint and
thin no more!"

[Don]

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[aubrey]

A newly hired nurse was listening when the doctor was yelling, "Typhoid!
Tetanus! Measles!"
She asked another nurse why he was saying all these things.
The experienced nurse replied, "Oh he just likes to call the shots
around here."