Two country fellows met on a back road one afternoon. One was going down the road with a possum-hunting dog and the other said to him, “How much will you take for the dog?” The owner quoted a price of $100– and declared the dog was an excellent hunter. The other fellow accepted the price and wrote out a check on the spot and handed it over. The owner shook his head and gave the check back. “The check’s good,” the buyer said. “I’m a trustee in the Methodist Church.” So the owner took the check and handed over the dog. A little bit later he met his uncle and asked him. “Uncle Josh, what does it mean to be a trustee in the Methodist Church?” Uncle Josh replied, “I’m not sure, but I think it’s something like being a deacon in the Baptist Church.” “Oh, shucks,” the man said, “there goes my dog.”
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