Toward the end of one Sunday service, the Minister asked, 'How many of you have forgiven your enemies'? 80% of the flock held up their hands.
The Minister then repeated his question. 'How many of you have forgiven your enemies'?
All responded this time, except one small elderly lady.
'Mrs. Neely, are you not willing to forgive your enemies?'
'I don't have any', she replied smiling sweetly.
'Mrs. Neely, that is very unusual. How old are you?'
'I'm Ninety-eight', she replied.
'Oh, Mrs. Neely, would you please come down in front and tell us all how a person can live ninety-eight years and not have an Enemy in the world?'
The little sweetheart of a lady tottered down the aisle, to the front of the church, where she turned and faced the congregation. She looked at the minister and smiled. Then she looked at the congregation smiled sweetly and said:
'I outlived the bitches.'
This made me laugh, as naff as it is. Chuckle. Outlived the bitches indeed. Isn't that we all want to do, live to a ripe old age, if not exactly outliving the bitches.
Last bitch standing wins. Of course, I'd be saying bitches in a positive way. All those bitches who made my life richer, and better. Gives you something to live for. All those smart bitches, clever bitches, funny bitches, loving bitches. I wonder who will be here ate the end?
"Be there at the end with me bitch," that's what we really want, I reckon.