From an email I just received:
One Sunday morning a young mother and her four year old daughter were sitting proudly in the first pew at church, listening raptly to the minister passionately deliver his weekly sermon.
“Dear Lord,” the minister began, with arms extended toward heaven and a positively rapturous look on his upturned face, “Without you, we are but dust…”
He would have continued but at that moment the little girl, who had been listening very carefully to the swelling oratory, leaned over and asked her mother quite audibly in her shrill little four year old girl voice, “Mom, what is butt dust?”
The minister was never quite able to recover the congregation after that.
…more fodder for the splogs from MrCorey…
If I had been in the minister’s position, I would have announced that butt dust was something that you get when you don’t pull your pants up to your waste.
Er… trousers instead of pants and waist instead of waste. Speaking Filipino on a daily basis is making me forget my English.