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Published: 21 May 2023
A cowboy buys a horse from the town pastor. The pastor explains, “to make the horse go, you gotta yell, ‘Thank God!’ And to make it stop, yell, ‘Hallelujah.’”
The cowboy rides off.
He rides all day and starts to nod off in the saddle when he notices he is about to ride straight over a cliff.
Searching his memory, he yells to the horse, “Hallelujah! Hallelujah!”
The horse grinds to a stop just at the edge of the cliff. The cowboy wipes the sweat off his forehead.
”Phew!” the cowboy sighs.
“Thank God!”
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