OT - another groaner

There was a Scottish painter named Smokey McGregor who was very
interested in making a penny where he could, so he often thinned down
his paint to make it go a wee bit further. As it happened, he got away
with this for some time, but eventually the Baptist Church decided to do
a big restoration job on the outside of one of their biggest buildings.
Smokey put in a bid, and, because his price was so low, he got the job.
So he set about erecting the scaffolding and setting up the planks, and
buying the paint and, yes, I am sorry to say, thinning it down with
turpentine.
Well, Smokey was up on the scaffolding, painting away, the job nearly
completed, when suddenly there was a horrendous clap of thunder, the sky
opened, and the rain poured down washing the thinned paint from all over
the church and knocking Smokey clear off the scaffold to land on the
lawn among the gravestones, surrounded by telltale puddles of the
thinned and useless paint.
Smokey was no fool. He knew this was a judgment from the Almighty, so he
got down on his knees and cried:
"Oh, God, Oh God, forgive me; what should I do?"
And from the thunder, a mighty voice spoke:
"Repaint! Repaint! And thin no more!"
--
Bruce Fletcher
Stronsay, Orkney
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"Bruce Fletcher" wrote in message
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There was a Scottish painter named Smokey McGregor who was very interested
in making a penny where he could, so he often thinned down his paint to
make it go a wee bit further. As it happened, he got away with this for
some time, but eventually the Baptist Church decided to do a big
restoration job on the outside of one of their biggest buildings. Smokey
put in a bid, and, because his price was so low, he got the job. So he set
about erecting the scaffolding and setting up the planks, and buying the
paint and, yes, I am sorry to say, thinning it down with turpentine.
Well, Smokey was up on the scaffolding, painting away, the job nearly
completed, when suddenly there was a horrendous clap of thunder, the sky
opened, and the rain poured down washing the thinned paint from all over
the church and knocking Smokey clear off the scaffold to land on the lawn
among the gravestones, surrounded by telltale puddles of the thinned and
useless paint.
Smokey was no fool. He knew this was a judgment from the Almighty, so he
got down on his knees and cried:
"Oh, God, Oh God, forgive me; what should I do?"
And from the thunder, a mighty voice spoke:
"Repaint! Repaint! And thin no more!"
--
Bruce Fletcher
Stronsay, Orkney
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Here's a token groan!

The first time I heard this joke was when my DDH told it and I've been a
widow since 1989, so I guess it's whiskers have gotten long and scraggly by
now.

Lucille

Lucille wrote:


"Bruce Fletcher" wrote in message
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There was a Scottish painter named Smokey McGregor who was very
interested in making a penny where he could, so he often thinned down
his paint to make it go a wee bit further. As it happened, he got away
with this for some time, but eventually the Baptist Church decided to
do a big restoration job on the outside of one of their biggest
buildings. Smokey put in a bid, and, because his price was so low, he
got the job. So he set about erecting the scaffolding and setting up
the planks, and buying the paint and, yes, I am sorry to say, thinning
it down with turpentine.
Well, Smokey was up on the scaffolding, painting away, the job nearly
completed, when suddenly there was a horrendous clap of thunder, the
sky opened, and the rain poured down washing the thinned paint from
all over the church and knocking Smokey clear off the scaffold to land
on the lawn among the gravestones, surrounded by telltale puddles of
the thinned and useless paint.
Smokey was no fool. He knew this was a judgment from the Almighty, so
he got down on his knees and cried:
"Oh, God, Oh God, forgive me; what should I do?"
And from the thunder, a mighty voice spoke:
"Repaint! Repaint! And thin no more!"
--
Bruce Fletcher
Stronsay, Orkney
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Here's a token groan!

The first time I heard this joke was when my DDH told it and I've been
a widow since 1989, so I guess it's whiskers have gotten long and
scraggly by now.

Lucille


I hadn't heard that one before...............not that I remember, anyway.
Gill

BIG groan from me Bruce and no, I hadn't heard it before!

regards, Annette