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The Jehovahs went a-knocking on the door of one of mine and Mr Twaddle's good friends, one bright and sunny Sunday morning. Unfortunately, it took quite some time for our mate to answer the door, as he had partaken a sizeable amount of jolly water the previous evening and was renowned for rising from his pit when the rest of us were about to hit the sack. Anyway, finally he staggered to the front door and opened it to the happy, smiling faces of Mr and Mrs Witness.

"Yes?" enquired our still pissed pal.
"Good morning sir, would you like to read our leaflet today?"
"Would this have anything to do with God, perchance?"
"Why yes!" beamed the chirpy Mr Witness
"Ah, the God who knows everything about us, and the world around us," said chum, struggling to suppress a large belch.
"Yes, that's the God, if you put it like that," replied Mrs Witness, with a self satisfied smirk.
"Well, he DIDN'T fucking well "know" that I was still asleep, did he?"

Belch? Yes, and absolutely no apologies for length and quality.
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