Jesus and the Redneck

The bartender was washing his glasses, when an elderly
Irishman came in. With great difficulty, the Irishman
hoisted his bad leg over the barstool, pulled himself
up painfully, and asked for a sip of Irish whiskey.

The Irishman looked down the bar and said, "Is that
Jesus down there?" The bartender nodded, so the
Irishman told him to give Jesus an Irish whiskey, too.

The next patron to come in was an ailing Italian with
a hunched back, who moved very slowly. He shuffled up
to the barstool and asked for a glass of Chianti. He
also looked down the bar and asked if that was Jesus
sitting at the end of the bar. The bartender nodded,
so the Italian said to give Jesus a glass of Chianti,
too.

The third patron to enter the bar was a redneck, who
swaggered into the bar and hollered, "Barkeeper, set
me up a cold one! Hey, is that God's Boy down there?"
The barkeeper nodded, so the redneck told him to give
Jesus a cold one, too.

As Jesus got up to leave, he walked over to the
Irishman and touched him and said, "For your kindness,
you are healed!" The Irishman felt the strength come
back to his leg, so he got up and danced a jig out the
door.

Jesus touched the Italian and said, "For your
kindness, you are healed!" The Italian felt his back
straighten, so he raised his hands above his head and
did a flip out the door.

Jesus walked toward the redneck, but the redneck
jumped back and exclaimed, "Don't touch me! I'm
drawin' disability!"