He went into the boy's room and placed on his study table four objects:
a Bible,
a £10 note,
a bottle of whisky
and a Playboy magazine
"I'll just hide behind the door," the old guy said to himself, "when he comes home from school this afternoon, I'll see which object he picks up.
If it's the Bible, he's going to be a vicar like me and what a blessing that would be! If he picks up the money, he's going to be a businessman, and that would be okay, too. But if he picks up the bottle, he's going to be a no-good drunkard, and, Lord, what a shame that would be. And worst of all, if he picks up that magazine he's gonna be a skirt-chasin' bum."
The old man waited anxiously, and soon heard his son's footsteps as he entered the house whistling and headed for his room.
The boy tossed his books on the bed, and as he turned to leave the room he spotted the objects on the table.
With curiosity in his eye, he walked over to inspect them.
Finally, he picked up the Bible and placed it under his arm..
He picked up the £10 note and slipped it into his pocket.
He uncorked the bottle and took a big drink while he admired this month's Centrefold.
"Lord have mercy," the old man disgustedly whispered,
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