So, we had our half night of prayer on Saturday night. My group was on set-up, so I arrived early. When we walked up, Jasmine said, "We passed Joab on the way. He was exchanging phone numbers with a girl."
Car accident number 50 billion for Joab.
Which resulted in massive teasing the moment he rocked up.
"She hit me!" he insisted.
"Yeah, right," I said.
"Why is so hard to believe that a girl hit me?"
"Well, I want to hit you all the time, but I don't usually use a car to do it."
I bet it really was his fault!