I was told this is a true story. I so hope it is.
A young boy walked up the aisle to the pulpit as his father, the Bishop, beamed proudly. The counselor pulled the stool out for the child to be visible to the congregation as he bore his testimony.
The boy shared a sweet testimony, and expressed his gratitude for his family and then said,
“Our family is a lot happier now that we have stopped using the “F” word and the “S” word.”
He closed his testimony and returned to his seat. The aghast congregation watched as the red-faced bishop stepped up to the pulpit, raised the microphone and explained,
“Just to be clear, in our home, the “S” word is “Stupid” and the “F” word is “Fart.”
The Bishop returned to his seat, and the testimony meeting continued.
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It is a true story! Some of the characters have been changed but this happened in a ward my husband served in on his mission. He said it was just a family in the ward and that the mother got up and clarified it. Super funny story, for sure!
Hehhehe – since we’re sharing . . . 😀
My good friend Hope was the Sacrament meeting music director and was about 8 months pregnant when we all were singing “We Thank Thee oh God for a Prophet” . . . when we arrived at the phrase “there is Hope smiling brightly before us, and we know that deliverance is nigh” I just about busted a gut 😀
Heheheh
Kristin
I’ve heard this one before, so that must mean it’s true. Regardless, it’s a funny one.
I loved it when once, a young three year old toddled in with his pants around his ankles yelling “Mom! I need you to wipe my bum!”
True.Story.
And not my kid.
Our favorite story is this: My husband and I were serving a in a small inner-city branch. A brand new member and newly ordained priest was attempting to bless the sacrament when he messed up the words. He stopped, then muttered into the microphone, “damn.” We all about died and had to bury our heads to keep from busting out laughing!!! I will never forget it as long as I live.
It is a true story, it happened in my husbands home ward in Arizona. He was there. That young boy is now the lead guatarist and song writer for the band “Jimmy Eat World”
I’d bet these stories are all true. It’s a little off-subject, but my father was in a sacrament meeting when the Bishop announced the next hymn as “How firm a foundation.” Then he said down and his chair collapsed.
Ok, I laughed, right out loud. I love assumptions. (and clarifications)
Same “s” word in our house, when our kids growing up. Sadly, our youngest’s first sentence was, “Hee! Hee! Daddy fart!” I knew that was a lost battle from then on. But “fat” was definitely one of the “f” words.
It reminds me of when I was a teenager and I babysat my bishop’s kids all the time. One night his young boy was talking to me and told me that his dad said the s word all the time when he was in traffic. I laughed to myself and later told his parents about it. Next time I came to babysit, this same boy apologized to me for saying that and told me it wasn’t true.
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I had a kindergarten proclaim that another student was using the F word. I whispered, “What is the f word?” She whispered back, “fat.” I laughed and laughed. I explained while it wasn’t nice to call someone fat that the word was an okay word.
What a great blog where you can read the F word, the S word, and boobs, all at once, and laugh the whole time 🙂
That is funny!
I witnesses a boob story, outside the bishop’s office. One of my DH’s teen Sunday School students was lamenting crying during her testimony. “I am such a big boob!”My DH and the bishop were trying to console her when her brother piped up with “That’s okay, the bishop loves big boobs.” The girl is married with kids of her own now and we still like to laugh at her over it. 😀
I was very glad when our younger daughter grew up and left our ward, as she seemed to suffer from a compulsion to bear her testimony EVERY MONTH and to tell the whole ward our family’s shortcomings. Of which there are many. My head was often bowed during her time on the stand, and not in humility!
LOLOLOLOLOLOLOL!!!!!!!!!!
My maybe true story (related by a family member).
Somebody stood up during testimony meeting and offered an emotional testimony.
“I’m sorry for being such a boob,” they sobbed.
Somebody else stood up and offered a similar emotional testimony.
“Sorry for being such a boob,” the next person added.
At the end, the bishop stood up and tried to make them feel better with this statement.
“That’s OK. I love boobs.”