Sunday Morning
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>"Dear Lord," the preacher began with arms extended and a rapturous look on
>his upturned face, "without you we are but dust..."
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>He would have continued, but at that moment one very obedient little girl
>(who was listening carefully) leaned over to her mother and asked quite
>audibly in her shrill little girl voice,
>"Mommy, WHAT is butt dust?"
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>Church was pretty much over at that point...
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>When you're finished laughing, send this to a Mom. Even non-moms.
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