A very bad "groan" joke......
There was a painter named Wayne who was very interested in making a penny where he could, so he often thinned down his paint to make it go a wee bit further.
As it happened, he got away with this for some time, but eventually the local Baptists decided to do a big restoration job on the outside of their large Church building.
Wayne put in a bid, and, because his price was reasonable, he got the job. So he set about erecting the scaffolding and setting up the planks, and buying the paint and, yes, I am sorry to say, thinning it down with turpentine.
Well, Wayne was up on the scaffolding, painting away, the job nearly completed, when suddenly there was a tremendous clap of thunder, the sky opened, and the rain poured down, washing the thinned paint from the church walls. A bolt of lightening missed Wayne by inches and knocked him clear off the scaffold to land on the grass among the gravestones, surrounded by tell-tale puddles of the thinned and useless paint.
Wayne was no fool. He knew this was a judgment from the Almighty, so he got down on his knees and cried:
"Oh, God, forgive me; what should I do?"
And from the thunder, a mighty voice spoke..
(you're going to love/hate this)
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