Shayari Bazar

Late one night a preacher was making his weary way home As he traveled the hilly curving country road he overtook a car The slow moving car was weaving from one side of the road to the other in a most disturbing manner Being familiar with most residents of the area he recognized the car as belonging to a member of his congregation Oh no said the preacher to himself Joe has fallen off the wagon again The way that car is weaving he must be really plastered I better pull up beside him and get him to stop before he hurts himself Putting thought to action the preacher pulled along side Joe s car just in time for the next swerve to run him off the road Over the shoulder down a steep bank the preacher s car rolled over twice and came to rest against a large pine tree Not completely senseless to the world Joe stopped his car and staggered back to a point above the preacher s car Fortunately the preacher had been using a seat belt That and the relatively slow speed had prevented any injury When Joe saw someone struggling out of the wrecked car he yelled Who the hell are you? The preacher yelled back Joe don t you talk to me like that My God preacher that you? Yes Joe it is and I ll thank you not to take the Lord s name in vain It s already bad enough that you re drunk Are you OK preacher? Yes Joe fortunately the Lord was with me You better let him ride with me Way you drive you gonna kill him