A hate preacher walks into a bar and the bartender says, “I haven’t seen you in a while. You don't look so good.â€
“What do you mean?†the hate preacher says, “I’m fine.â€
The bartender says, “But what about that wooden leg? You didn’t have that before.â€
“Well,†says the hate preacher, “We were in a battle with the infidels and a cannon ball took my leg.â€
“Oh, too bad,†says the bartender, “But what about that hook? The last time I saw you, you had both hands.â€
“Well,†says the hate preacher, “We were in another battle with the infidels and my hand was cut off in a sword fight.â€
“Oh,†says the bartender, “What about that eye patch? Last time you were in here you had both eyes.â€
“Well,†says the hate preacher, “One day some birds were flying over the mosque. I looked up, and one of them shit in my eye.â€
“You're kidding me.†said the bartender, “You couldn’t have lost an eye just from some bird shit.â€
“Well,†said the hate preacher, “I really wasn’t used to the hook yet.â€