Preachers
Three preachers were returning from a conference with their wives when their car was in a crash and they all departed from this earth.
St. Peter was at the pearly gates waiting for them.
The first pastor and his wife went up and St. Peter looked in the book. He shook his head and said. “I’m sorry brother. But all your life yo’ have been concentrated on money not on the Word. You hoarded money. You dreamed money. You were obsessed to the point that you married a women named Penny. Sorry, go away. We don’t need your kind here.”
The second pastor went up and St. Peter looked in the book. He shook his head and said, “I’m sorry brother. but all your life you have been concentrating on hard drink. You hoarded liquor. You dreamed liquor. you were obsessed to the point that you married a women named Brandy. Sorry, go away. We don’t need your kind here.”
At this point the third pastor looked at his wife and said, “come on Fanny, You and I may just as well get out of here.”
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Heaven
It was getting a little crowded in Heaven, so G-d 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 the day you died. The policy would go into effect at noon the following day.
So the next day at 12:01 the first person came to the gates of Heaven.
The angel at the gate, remembering about the new law, promptly asked the man, “Before I can let you in, I need you to tell me about the day you died.”
“No problem,” said the man. “Well, for some time now, I’ve thought my wife was having an affair. I believed that each day on her lunch hour, she’d bring her lover home to our 25th floor apartment and have sex with him. So today I was going to come home too and catch them. Well, I got there and busted in and immediately began searching for this guy. My wife was half-naked and yelling at me as I searched the entire apartment. But, I couldn’t find him! 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 to think he could hide from me! Well, I ran out there and promptly stomped on his fingers until he fell to the ground. But, wouldn’t you know it, he landed in some bushes that broke his fall, and he didn’t die.”
“This angered me even more, so in a rage I went back inside to get the first thing I could get my hands on to throw at him. And oddly enough, the first thing I could grab was the refrigerator. I unplugged it, push it out onto the balcony and heaved it over the side. It plummeted 25 stories and crushed him!”
“The excitement of the moment was so great that right after that I had a heart attack and died almost instantly.”
The angel sat back and thought for a moment. Technically, the guy DID have a bad day, and it WAS a crime of passion, so he announced, “OK, Sir. Welcome to the Kingdom of Heaven,” and let him in.
A few seconds later the next guy came up. “OK. Here’s the rule. Before I can let you in, I need to hear about the day you died.”
“Sure thing,” the man replied. “But you’re not gonna believe this. I was out on the balcony of 26th floor apartment doing my daily exercises when I got a little carried away and accidentally fell over the side! Luckily however, I was able to catch myself by my fingertips on the balcony directly beneath mine. When all of a sudden this crazy man comes running out of his apartment and starts cussing and stomping on my fingers! Well, of curse I fell. I hit some trees and bushes on the way down 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 the man push his refrigerator, of all things, over the ledge and it falls directly on top of me and kills me!”
The angel is quietly laughing to himself as the man 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 the man enter.
A few seconds later the third man in line comes up to the gate. “Tell me about the day you died,” said the angel.
“OK. Picture this,” says the man. “I’m naked inside the refrigerator…”
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