Since heaven was so overpopulated over the years, God made
a policy. "To get
into heaven, the day you die has to be a REALLY bad day"
So, it's the first day of the policy and a man walks in. The secretary
heaven (i guess that's who stays there) asks him "how was your day?"
"Okay picture this. I come home from work to my apartment on the 25th
and I find my wife half-naked in the living room. I knew she was cheating
me so I went to find the guy, and some bastard with purple spandex
hanging off my balcony. So, I start stepping on his hands and he fell
but he didn't die. I grabbed the closest thing I could find, a refrigerator,
and throw it on him. I didn't see what happened but the extreme rush
a heart attack and now I'm here."
The secretary let him in. Another man comes up dressed in purple spandex
the secretary is startled.
"How was YOUR day?" she asked.
"Okay, picture this I come home from work and I go up to my apartment
26th floor. I was doing my daily workout on my balcony, when all of
I fell over. I thought I would die, but luckily, I grab onto the balcony
ledge below me. Then some nut came out, mad as hell, and started stepping
my fingers until I lost grip and fell. Again I thought I'd die, but
on a leafy treetop. Then the same idiot rushes onto the balcony with
refrigerator and drops it on me. I was crushed on the spot, and that's
The secretary laughs a little, but then lets him in. Then she sees
Clinton emerging towards her.
"Um, Mr. President, how was your day?"
"Picture this, I'm naked inside a refrigerator..........."
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