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 | Congratulations, my son. You have been blessed. You won the lottery. I know you have been thinking about how you are going to spend your money, after giving a nice sum to your friend Ron. | |
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| Yes, father, I have been giving it some thought. Serious thought. | |
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| Mr. "B" is the perfect gentlemen when speaking to the good Father. |
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| You know, my son, the Bible urges you to give 10% as a tithe to the Church. And I know as a dedicated liberal, you will consider this, before going to Disney World. | |
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| Well, Father, I'm not planning to go to Disney World. Now my friend Ron, I have to think about that. He's a conservative you know? | |
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| Meditate on that Mr."B". By donating a paltry 10% to the Church you will guarantee a speedy transition of your soul into heaven when the end comes. And I know that is what you, as a liberal, really want. | |
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| f#*k you, Father. What I want is a Rolex, tailor made suits and shirts, 40 pairs of alligator shoes, a Porche, a good hairpiece, new furniture and everything else money can buy. Let the Church and Ron buy their own lottery ticket. If I would have to give 10% to the Church because I am a liberal, I'll become a Rush Limbaugh conservative. | |
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