The Preacher Was Having A Heart-To-Heart Talk With Ben. But To No Avail!

The preacher was having a heart-to-heart talk with a backslider of his flock, whose drinking of moonshine invariably led to quarreling with his neighbors, and occasional shotgun blasts at some of them.

-“Can’t you see, Ben,” intoned the parson, “that not one good thing comes out of this drinking?”

-“Well, I sort of disagree there,” replied the backslider. “It makes me miss the folks I shoot at.”