Bad Neighbor

The preacher was having a serious talk with a backslider of his flock, whose drinking of moonshine invariably led to big fights with his neighbors, and occasional shotgun blasts at some of them.

"Can't you see, John," intoned the man of the cloth, "that not one good thing comes out of this drinking?"

"Well, I sort of disagree then," replied the backslider. "It makes me miss the folks I shoot at."

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