rack'm
Jaded
There was a tradesman, a painter named Wayne, 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 painting of one of
their biggest buildings. Wayne put in a bid, and because his price was so
low, he got the job. !
And 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, Wayne was up on the scaffolding, painting away, the job nearly
completed when suddenly there was a horrendous clap of thunder, and the sky
opened, the rain poured down, washing the thinned paint from all over the
church and knocking Wayne clear off the scaffold to land on the lawn among
the gravestones, surrounded by telltale puddles of the thinned and useless
paint.
Wayne was no fool. He knew this was a judgment from the Almighty, so he got
on his knees and cried: "Oh, God! Forgive me! What should I do?" And from
the thunder, a mighty voice spoke...
(you're going to love this)
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"Repaint! Repaint! And thin no more!
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 painting of one of
their biggest buildings. Wayne put in a bid, and because his price was so
low, he got the job. !
And 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, Wayne was up on the scaffolding, painting away, the job nearly
completed when suddenly there was a horrendous clap of thunder, and the sky
opened, the rain poured down, washing the thinned paint from all over the
church and knocking Wayne clear off the scaffold to land on the lawn among
the gravestones, surrounded by telltale puddles of the thinned and useless
paint.
Wayne was no fool. He knew this was a judgment from the Almighty, so he got
on his knees and cried: "Oh, God! Forgive me! What should I do?" And from
the thunder, a mighty voice spoke...
(you're going to love this)
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"Repaint! Repaint! And thin no more!
