10/17/2025 from Daily Jokes
#21327
Once upon a time in a town that probably needed better childproofing, there lived a couple with two pint-sized tornadoes disguised as boys ages 8 and 10. These lads weren’t just mischievous; they were certified chaos gremlins. If a mailbox tipped over, a garden gnome went missing, or someone’s prized petunias mysteriously turned neon pink… yep, those two were already sprinting in opposite directions with matching grins.
Their parents were so frazzled, they’d started Googling “how to return children for store credit.” Desperate, Mom heard about a local clergyman who’d tamed wild kids with nothing but a stern look and a well-timed “Ahem.” She booked an emergency appointment faster than you can say “Who put glue in the pastor’s coffee?”
The good reverend agreed to help but insisted on seeing the boys one at a time, like a very holy bouncer at the gates of mischief rehab.
First up: the 8-year-old. The clergyman sat him down, leaned in like he was about to drop the plot twist of the century, and boomed, “WHERE IS GOD?!”
Silence.
He tried again, louder this time—eyebrows practically in orbit: “WHERE. IS. GOD?!”
Still nothing. Not even a shrug.
So the reverend went full thundercloud: standing, finger wagging, voice rattling the stained glass “WHERE IS GOD?!”
That was the kid’s cue to yeet himself out the door like his sneakers were on fire. He tore home, dove into his closet like it was a nuclear bunker, and locked himself in with the intensity of a spy hiding from aliens.
His 10-year-old brother, already halfway through eating a stolen popsicle, pried the closet door open and whispered, “Dude… what happened? Did you TP the church again?”
Panting, wide-eyed, the little one gasped:
“Worse. They’ve lost God… and they think WE took Him!”
