A drunk wandered out of a bar and ran into two priests.
Recognizing the clergymen, the inebriated man stumbled towards the first priest, announcing with confidence:
“Dude, I’m Jesus Christ!”
The priest, accustomed to dealing with this eccentric behavior, responded with a gentle rebuke:
“No, son, you’re not,” he said, his voice laced with patience and understanding.
Unfazed by the denial, the drunk turned his attention to the second priest, his confidence undeterred:
“Man, I’m Jesus Christ!”
The second priest also shook his head, an expression of bemused resignation on his fae. “No, son, you’re not,” he affirmed, his tone firm yet devoid of judgment.
But the drunk, fueled by a combination of liquid courage and stubborn determination, refused to back down:
“Here, I’ll prove it,” he exclaimed defiantly.
With a flourish, he turned on his heel and marched back towards the bar, the two priests trailing behind.
As they entered the establishment, the bartender looked up and exclaimed:
“Jesus Christ, you’re back again!?”
