The Pope The Pope and Nancy Pelosi are on the same stage infront of a huge crowd.

The Pope leans towards Mrs. Pelosi and says, "Do you know that with one little wave of my hand I can make every person in this crowd go wild with joy? This joy will not be a momentary display, like that of your followers, but go deep into their hearts and they'll forever speak of this day and rejoice!"

Pelosi replied, "I seriously doubt that. With one little wave of your hand? Show me."

So the Pope slapped her.

The Gospel of John (20:7) tells us that the napkin, which was placed over the face of Jesus, was not just thrown aside like the grave clothes.

The Bible takes an entire verse to tell us that the napkin was neatly folded, and was placed at the head of that stony coffin.

Early Sunday morning, while it was still dark, Mary Magdalene came to the tomb and found that the stone had been rolled away from the entrance.

She ran and found Simon Peter and the other disciple, the one whom Jesus loved. She said, 'They have taken the Lord's body out of the tomb, and I don't know where they have put him!'

Peter and the other disciple ran to the tomb to see. The other disciple out ran Peter and got there first. He stopped and looked in and saw the linen cloth lying there, but he didn't go in.

Then Simon Peter arrived and went inside. He also noticed the linen wrappings lying there, while the cloth that had covered Jesus' head was folded up and lying to the side.

Was that important? Absolutely!
Is it really significant? Yes!

In order to understand the significance of the folded napkin, you have to understand a little bit about Hebrew tradition of that day.
The folded napkin had to do with the Master and Servant, and every
Jewish boy knew this tradition.

When the servant set the dinner table for the master, he made sure that it was exactly the way the master wanted it.

The table was furnished perfectly, and then the servant would wait, just out of sight, until the master had finished eating, and the servant would not dare touch that table, until the master was finished..

Now if the master were done eating, he would rise from the table, wipe his fingers, his mouth, and clean his beard, and would wad up that napkin and toss it onto the table.

The servant would then know to clear the table. For in those days, the wadded napkin meant, "I'm finished.."

But if the master got up from the table, and folded his napkin, and laid it beside his plate, the servant would not dare touch the table, because..........

The folded napkin meant,
"I'm coming back!"

Tiger Woods Holiday Poem


Twas the night of Thanksgiving and out of the house

Tiger Woods he came flying, chased by his spouse.

She wielded a nine iron and wasn't too merry,

Because a bimbo’s phone number she found on his Blackberry.

He’d been cheating on poor little Elin,

And as each day went by another whore came out squealing.

He’d been on Holly, on Jaimee, on Rachel, on Cori,

On Joselyn and Kalika, TMZ had the story.

From the top of the world to above the fold,

Tiger’s ever more sorted tale, it was told.

With hostesses, waitresses, he had lots of sex,

And when he wasn't hosing them, he sent them hot texts.

He crashed his Caddy, but didn't call OnStar,

Yet he played “spank me daddy” with a swanky old porn star.

He’s been naughty, so with Santa he hasn't a chance,

Except the big lump of coal that matches the lump in his pants.

But despite all his crying and begging and pleading,

Tiger’s wife went right out, bought a new home in Sweden ..

And I heard her exclaim as she packed up the Escalade,

If you're going to get laid, then I’m going to get paid.

Now she’s not pouting, in fact she’s of good cheer,

Because her prenup made Christmas come early this year.