An old Bishop had three sons, two had become Bishops like their father, the third was a drunkard and womaniser and all three had come home to spend christmas with their Father, who, on christmas morning was standing by the fire place, when his eldest son came downstairs. How did you sleep son, asked his father, wonderful father, he answered, just wonderful, I dreampt that I was in heaven and it was Just like home. Well come and warm yourself by the fire said his father as his second son descended the stairs, and how did you sleep asked his father, absolutely mavelous father, he said, I dreamed that I was in heaven and it was just like home, then come, join us by the fire and warm yourself replied the old Bishop just as the black sheep of the family staggered down the steps holding his head lest his brains should run out of his ears. And how did you sleep said the old man, terrible answered the young hungover kid, what a horrible night, I tossed and turned dreaming that I was in hell, Ah Ahhh, said his father, and what was it like my son? Just like home his son answered, just like home, I couldn't get near the flamin fire for damned Bishops.
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