While perusing the shelves of my mother-in-law's vast collection of books, I stumbled across a book that looked quite interesting. I laughed aloud at the title, and pulled it off the shelf.
Imagine my dissapointment when it wasn't a book about Jesus' childhood obsession with beer, or better still, a guide to Jesus' recommended brews. Instead, I found that the authors name was Beers, and that it was poorly placed on the spine. Still, at least it made for a good chuckle.