Tales in Two Minutes- Jay Stetzer, Storyteller

My mother hated it when I cracked my knuckles.  

Every now and then a quarrel breaks out down at the barbershop.

When my youngest son graduated from college, he joined the ranks of thousands of contemporary young people with a bachelors degree.

The majority of time together was spent listening to records in his 3rd floor apartment.

As a child, Gandhi was very shy.

I was walking through the supermarket the other day to pick up a few things when I noticed an old lady following me around the store.

The single criterion of the award is only the stupidity of the telling event.

Not too long ago, my buddy Bill called me and told me that he had himself what you might call an unfortunate adventure. 

A few months after her grandmother died, Hilda got this idea.

Julie was the youngest of six children and a smart cookie.