I read the following in The New Yorker, and thought it was funny:
“Hear me, O God!” he shouted, raising his broad bronze sword. “Though you may test me, my sorrow shall be a grindstone! My suffering shall be a crucible! And I will not rest until this sanctified land is delivered into the hands of the righteous!” He beat his chest and let out a piercing war cry that struck fear into the hearts of his enemies.
Five minutes later, he was escorted out of the building by security. And although no one pressed charges, Kyle Maccabee would never work at Deloitte & Touche again.
It was part of a longer, humorous article in their "Shouts and Murmurs" section that you can read HERE