Wednesday, December 16, 2009

The best of forwarded e-mails

Remember when you used to receive e-mail forwards? I don't generally think of those days fondly, but I do remember the following story and think it's a great laugh... By the way, if you miss e-mail forwards, someone's compiled all of them for you at Forwarded Funnies, which is where my search for little leroy led me.

Little Leroy

Little Leroy went to his mother demanding a new bicycle. His mother decided he should take a look at himself and the way he acts.
She said, "Well Leroy, it isn't Christmas and we don't have the money to just go out and buy you anything you want. So why don't you write a letter to Jesus and pray for one instead."
After his temper tantrum his mother sent him to his room. He finally sat down to write a letter to Jesus.

Dear Jesus:
I've been a good boy this year and would appreciate a new bicycle.
Your Friend,
Leroy

Now, Leroy knew that Jesus really knew what kind of boy he was (brat). So he ripped up the letter and decided to give it another try.

Dear Jesus:
I've been an OK boy this year and I want a new bicycle.
Yours Truly,
Leroy

Well, Leroy knew this wasn't totally honest so he tore it up and tried again.

Dear Jesus:
I've thought about being a good boy this year and can I have a bicycle?
Leroy

Well, Leroy looked deep down in his heart, which by the way was what his mother really wanted. He knew he had been terrible and was deserving of almost nothing. He crumpled up the letter, threw it in the trash can and went running outside. He aimlessly wandered about depressed because of the way he treated his parents and really considering his actions. He finally found himself in front of a Catholic Church. Leroy went inside and knelt down, looking around not knowing what he should really do. Leroy finally got up and began to walk out the door and was looking at all the statues. All of a sudden, he grabbed a small one and ran out the door. He went home, hid it under his bed and wrote this letter.

Jesus,
I've got your mamma. If you ever want to see her again, give me a bike.
You know who.

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