Little Oyinkepreye came into the kitchen where his mother was making dinner.
His birthday was coming up and he thought this was a good time to tell his mother what he wanted.
"Mom, I want a bike for my birthday." Little Preye was a bit of a troublemaker.
He had gotten into trouble at school and at home.
Preye's mother asked him if he thought he deserved to get a bike for his birthday. Little Preye, of course, thought he did.
Preye's mother wanted Preye to reflect on his behavior over the last year.
"Go to your room, Preye, and think about how you have behaved this year.
Then write a letter to God and tell him why you deserve a bike for your birthday."
Little Preye stomped up the steps to his room and sat down to write God a letter.
Dear God, I have been a very good boy this year and I would like a bike for my birthday.
I want a red one.
Preye knew that this wasn't true. He had not been a very good boy this year, so he tore up the letter and started over.
This is your friend Preye. I have been a good boy this year and I would like a red bike for my birthday.
Your friend Preye
Preye knew that this wasn't true either. So, he tore
up the letter and started again.
I have been an "OK "boy this year. I still would
really like a bike for my birthday.
Preye knew he could not send this letter to God either. So, Preye wrote a fourth letter.
I know I haven't been a good boy this year. I am very sorry. I will be a good boy if you just send me a bike for my birthday.
Preye knew , even if it was true, this letter was not going to get him a bike.
Now, Preye was very upset. He went downstairs and told his mom that he wanted to go to church. Preye's mother thought her plan had worked, as Preye looked very sad.
"Just be home in time for dinner," Preye's mother told him.
Preye walked down the street to the church on the corner.
Little Preye went into the church and up to the altar. He looked around to see if anyone was there. Preye bent down and picked up a statue of the Mary. He slipped the statue under his shirt and ran out of the church, down the street, into the house, and up to his room. He shut the door to his room and sat down with a piece of paper and a pen. Preye began to write his letter to God.
I'VE KIDNAPPED YOUR MAMA . IF YOU WANT TO SEE HER AGAIN, SEND THE BIKE!!!!!!!! !!
The hit man.
I know it's an old joke but still a clssic! lol.