martedì 11 settembre 2007

Heaven

It got crowded in heaven, so, for one day it was decided only to accept
people who had really had a bad day on the day they died. St. Peter was
standing at the pearly gates and said to the first man, "Tell me about
the day you died."

The man said, "Oh, it was awful. I was sure my wife was having an
affair, so I came home early to catch her with him. I searched all over
the apartment but couldn't find him anywhere. So I went out onto the
balcony, we live on the 25th floor, and found this man hanging over the
edge by his fingertips. I went inside, got a hammer, and started hitting
his hands. He fell, but landed in some bushes. So, I got the
refrigerator and pushed it over the balcony and it crushed him. The
strain of the act gave me a heart attack, and I died."

St. Peter couldn't deny that this was a pretty bad day, and since it was
a crime of passion, he let the man in.

He then asked the next man in line about the day he died. "Well, sir, it
was awful," said the second man. "I was doing aerobics on the balcony of
my 26th floor apartment when I twisted my ankle and slipped over the
edge. I managed to grab the balcony of the apartment below, but some
maniac came out and started pounding on my fingers with a hammer.
Luckily I landed in some bushes. But, then the guy dropped a
refrigerator on me!"

St. Peter chuckled, let him into heaven and decided he could really
start to enjoy this job.

"Tell me about the day you died?", he said to the third man in line.

"OK, picture this, I'm naked, hiding inside a refrigerator ..."

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