O'Toole worked in the lumber yard for twenty years and all that time he'd been stealing the wood and selling it. At last his conscience began to bother him and he went to confession to repent. "Father, it's 15 years since my last confession, and I've been stealing wood from the lumber yard all those years," he told the priest. "I understand my son," says the priest. "Can you make a Novena?" O'Toole said, "Father, if you have the plans, I've got the lumber."
While driving along the back roads of a small town, two truckers came to an overpass with a sign that read CLEARANCE 11'3."They got out and measured their rig, which was 12'4.""What do you think?" one asked the other.The driver looked around carefully, then shifted into first. "Not a cop in sight. Let's take a chance!"