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RUNYYFan · 08-01-2014, 06:53 AM

A father and his young son were riding in their truck together one day and the son asked the father, "Dad, how high can you count?"

The father replied, "Well, I don't know, son -- how high can you count?"

The son immediately replied, “One hundred thousand, five hundred, forty-two."

The father asked, "Why did you stop?"

The son shrugged his shoulders and said, "Well, church was over."

08-01-2014, 06:53 AM	#1
RUNYYFan Life, Liberty, Happiness Join Date: Feb 2010 First Name: Marc Location: Splitting time between Dayton, NJ and Needmore, PA Posts: 360 Trading: (0)	Counting A father and his young son were riding in their truck together one day and the son asked the father, "Dad, how high can you count?" The father replied, "Well, I don't know, son -- how high can you count?" The son immediately replied, “One hundred thousand, five hundred, forty-two." The father asked, "Why did you stop?" The son shrugged his shoulders and said, "Well, church was over." __________________ Marc Fear is the dark room in which negatives are developed. - Anon.