>>The punch line is priceless Posted:
Fri Aug 31, 2007 4:30 pm |
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>>It was getting a little crowded in Heaven, so God decided to change the
>>admittance policy. The new law was that in order to get into Heaven, you
>>had
>>to have a really bad day on the day that you died.
>>The policy would go into effect at noon the next day.
>>
>>So, the next day at 12:01 the first person came to the gates of Heaven.
>>The
>>Angel at the gate, remembering the new policy, promptly asked the man,
>>"Before I let you in, I need you to tell me how your day was going when
>>you
>>died."
>>"No problem," the man said. "I came home to my 25th-floor Apartment on my
>>lunch hour and caught my wife having an affair. But her lover was nowhere
>>in
>>sight. I immediately began searching for him. My wife was half naked and
>>yelling at me as I searched the entire apartment.
>>
>>Just as I was about to give up, I happened to glance out onto the balcony
>>and noticed that there was a man hanging off the edge by his fingertips!
>>The
>>nerve of that guy! Well, I ran out onto the balcony and stomped on his
>>fingers until he fell to the ground.
>>
>>But wouldn't you know it, he landed in some trees and bushes that broke
>>his
>>fall and he didn't die. This ticked me off even more.
>>
>>In a rage, I went back inside to get the first heavy thing I could get my
>>hands on to throw at him. Oddly enough, the first thing I thought of was
>>the
>>refrigerator. I unplugged it, pushed it out onto the balcony, and tipped
>>it
>>over the side. It plummeted 25 stories and crushed him!
>>
>>The excitement of the moment was so great that I had a heart attack and
>>died
>>almost instantly."
>>
>>The Angel sat back and thought a moment. Technically, the guy did have a
>>bad
>>day It was a crime of passion. So, the Angel announced,
>>
>>"OK,sir. Welcome to the Kingdom of Heaven," and let him in.
>>
>>
>>A few seconds later the next guy came up. To the Angel's surprise, it was
>>Donald Trump.
>>
>>"Mr. Trump, before I can let you in, I need to hear about what your day
>>was
>>like when you died."
>>
>>Trump said, "No problem. But you're not going to believe this, I was on
>>the
>>balcony of my 26th floor apartment doing my daily exercises. I had been
>>under a lot of pressure so I was really pushing hard to relieve my stress.
>>I
>>guess I got a little carried away, slipped, and accidentally fell over the
>>side! Luckily, I was able to catch myself by the fingertips on the balcony
>>below mine. But all of a sudden this
>>crazy man comes running out of his apartment, starts cussing, and stomps
>>on
>>my fingers Well, of course I fell. I hit some trees and bushes at the
>>bottom, which broke my fall, so I didn't die right away.
>>
>>As I'm laying there face up on the ground, unable to move and in
>>excruciating pain, I see this guy push his refrigerator of all things off
>>the balcony. It falls the 25 floors and lands on top of me, killing me
>>instantly."
>>
>>The Angel is quietly laughing to himself as Trump finishes his story. "I
>>could get used to this new policy," he thinks to himself.
>>
>>"Very well," the Angel announces. "Welcome to the Kingdom of Heaven," and
>>he
>>lets Trump enter.
>>
>>A few seconds later, Bill Clinton comes up to the gate.
>>
>>The Angel is almost too shocked to speak. Thoughts of assassination and
>>war
>>pour through the Angel's head. Finally he says, "Mr. President, Please
>>tell
>>me what it was like the day you died."
>>
>>Clinton says, "OK, picture this. I'm naked, inside a refrigerator.......
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