There was a man who had two cars. The younger one said to his father, 'Father, give me a replacement carburettor and ignition system’ so he procured same for the younger car.
Not long after that, the younger car got together all he had, set off for a distant workshop and there squandered his wealth and many many additional spare parts in a four barrel carb conversion. After he had spent everything, there was a still no frikkin way that he could be called properly roadworthy, and the workshop wanted to throw him out onto the street in despair. So they spake unto the father by the use of the mobile telephone and spake thus: Come fetch this piece of old junk that doth defileth our good clean workshop, unless you fancy rather that we set fire unto it so that ye make maketh an insurance claim against its total loss.
When he came to his senses, he said, ‘I guess I could loseth my NCB doing that.' So he got his wife to drive him unto the place of partial repair with thoughts of the weighing in value of steel in the current market.
But while he was still a long way off, his father saw the younger car and was filled with compassion for him; he ran to his car, grabbed the keys and rejoiced in the name of the V8 engine.
The car said to him, 'Father, I have sinned against heaven and against you. I am no longer worthy to be called your car.'
But the father said to his servants, 'Quick! Bring the best chrome air filter and put it on him. Put a decent CD head unit in the dash and some slot mags and white walls upon him. Bring the fattened calf and kill it. Let's have a feast and celebrate. For this car of mine was dead and is alive again; he was lost and is found.' So they began to celebrate.
Meanwhile, the older car was in the driveway. When he came near the house, he heard music and dancing. So he called one of the servants and asked him what was going on. 'Your fellow car has come,' he replied, 'and your father has killed the fattened calf because he has him back safe and sound.'
The older brother became angry and refused to start. So his father went out and pleaded with him. But he answered his father, 'Look! All these years I've been slaving for you and never disobeyed your orders. Yet you never gave me even a Cherry bomb so I could rumble loudly about the neighbourhood, nor hast thou provided unto me a replacement for my missing air filter and my lower panels become lacy with rust and neglect. But when this car of yours who has squandered your money with mechanics comes home, you kill the fattened calf for him!'
'My car,' the father said, 'you are always with me, and everything I have is yours, or at least will have to be sold to pay unto the parts suppliers on eBay for your renovation parts. But we had to celebrate and be glad, because this other old nail of mine was dead and is alive again; he was lost and is found.'
This is the word of the Lord, praise be unto him.
Not long after that, the younger car got together all he had, set off for a distant workshop and there squandered his wealth and many many additional spare parts in a four barrel carb conversion. After he had spent everything, there was a still no frikkin way that he could be called properly roadworthy, and the workshop wanted to throw him out onto the street in despair. So they spake unto the father by the use of the mobile telephone and spake thus: Come fetch this piece of old junk that doth defileth our good clean workshop, unless you fancy rather that we set fire unto it so that ye make maketh an insurance claim against its total loss.
When he came to his senses, he said, ‘I guess I could loseth my NCB doing that.' So he got his wife to drive him unto the place of partial repair with thoughts of the weighing in value of steel in the current market.
But while he was still a long way off, his father saw the younger car and was filled with compassion for him; he ran to his car, grabbed the keys and rejoiced in the name of the V8 engine.
The car said to him, 'Father, I have sinned against heaven and against you. I am no longer worthy to be called your car.'
But the father said to his servants, 'Quick! Bring the best chrome air filter and put it on him. Put a decent CD head unit in the dash and some slot mags and white walls upon him. Bring the fattened calf and kill it. Let's have a feast and celebrate. For this car of mine was dead and is alive again; he was lost and is found.' So they began to celebrate.
Meanwhile, the older car was in the driveway. When he came near the house, he heard music and dancing. So he called one of the servants and asked him what was going on. 'Your fellow car has come,' he replied, 'and your father has killed the fattened calf because he has him back safe and sound.'
The older brother became angry and refused to start. So his father went out and pleaded with him. But he answered his father, 'Look! All these years I've been slaving for you and never disobeyed your orders. Yet you never gave me even a Cherry bomb so I could rumble loudly about the neighbourhood, nor hast thou provided unto me a replacement for my missing air filter and my lower panels become lacy with rust and neglect. But when this car of yours who has squandered your money with mechanics comes home, you kill the fattened calf for him!'
'My car,' the father said, 'you are always with me, and everything I have is yours, or at least will have to be sold to pay unto the parts suppliers on eBay for your renovation parts. But we had to celebrate and be glad, because this other old nail of mine was dead and is alive again; he was lost and is found.'
This is the word of the Lord, praise be unto him.