Post by klsm54 on Mar 16, 2009 22:34:22 GMT -4
The Stud
Two ministers died at the same time and met Saint Peter at the Pearly Gates.
St. Peter said, "I'd like to get you guys in now, but our computer's down. You'll have to go back to Earth for about a week, but can't go back as ministers. What'll it be?"
The first minister says, "I've always wanted to be an eagle, soaring above the Rocky Mountains."
"So be it," says St. Peter, and off flies the first minister.
The second minister mulls this over for a moment and asks, "Will any of this week count, St. Peter?"
"No, I told you the computer's down. There's no way we can keep track of what you're doing."
"In that case," says the second minister, "I've always wanted to be a stud."
"So be it," says St. Peter, and the second minister disappears.
A week goes by, the computer is fixed, and the
Lord tells St. Peter to recall the two minister. "Will you have any trouble locating them?" he asks.
"The first one should be easy," says St. Peter. "He's somewhere over the Rockies, flying with the eagles. But the second one could prove to be more difficult."
"Why?" asketh the Lord.
"He's on a snow tire, somewhere in Pennsylvania.
Two ministers died at the same time and met Saint Peter at the Pearly Gates.
St. Peter said, "I'd like to get you guys in now, but our computer's down. You'll have to go back to Earth for about a week, but can't go back as ministers. What'll it be?"
The first minister says, "I've always wanted to be an eagle, soaring above the Rocky Mountains."
"So be it," says St. Peter, and off flies the first minister.
The second minister mulls this over for a moment and asks, "Will any of this week count, St. Peter?"
"No, I told you the computer's down. There's no way we can keep track of what you're doing."
"In that case," says the second minister, "I've always wanted to be a stud."
"So be it," says St. Peter, and the second minister disappears.
A week goes by, the computer is fixed, and the
Lord tells St. Peter to recall the two minister. "Will you have any trouble locating them?" he asks.
"The first one should be easy," says St. Peter. "He's somewhere over the Rockies, flying with the eagles. But the second one could prove to be more difficult."
"Why?" asketh the Lord.
"He's on a snow tire, somewhere in Pennsylvania.