A Preacher, A Scientist, and an Atheist Walk into a Bar…
Ok, so stop me if you heard this one. A preacher, a scientist and an atheist walk into a bar. The all order their drinks and then sit down at a nearby table. A football game is playing on the bar’s big flat screen TV, which prompts a discussion about the current season. After awhile, the atheist, absolutely overcome with curiosity, finally decides to ask the preacher a question. He turns to him and says “I didn’t know that Christians were allowed to drink.”
“What are you talking about?” the preacher replies, obviously perplexed.
“Well” the atheist says “You’ve got a white collar on, and it’s not Halloween, so you’re either a con-artist, or a preacher of some sort.”
“Well” the preacher says “I’m not a con artist, but I’m definitely a preacher. I still don’t know what you’re talking about though.”
The scientist chuckles quietly to himself, but is determined to stay out of the matter. The atheist however is a little upset and points at the preacher and says “You know exactly what I’m talking about! You’re a preacher and you’re in here drinking beer!”
“Oh!” says the preacher “Now I get it. You think that this is beer?”
The scientist laughs so hard that some of his drink starts to come out of his nose. The atheist however, is not amused. “Are you kidding me?” he says “That’s beer and you know it.”
“I’m sorry that you think that” the preacher says “But this isn’t beer.” In the hopes of ending the conversation before it gets ugly, the scientist finally interjects “So if that’s not beer, you won’t mind me taking a sip?”
The preacher doesn’t say anything, he just shakes his head and takes a sip. “So if that’s not beer, you won’t mind letting me smell it?” the atheist asks. The preacher doesn’t say anything, he just shakes his head and takes a sip. “So if that’s beer, you won’t mind telling us what that drink is called. The preacher doesn’t say anything, he just shakes his head and takes a sip. “So how are we supposed to figure out if that’s beer or not?” the atheist asks. The preacher takes a sip and says “you just have to trust me.”