Fred came home drunk one night, slid into bed beside his sleeping wife, and fell into a deep slumber. He awoke before the Pearly Gates, where St. Peter said, You died in your sleep, Fred Fred was stunned. Im dead? No, I cant be! Ive got too much to live for. Send me back! St. Peter said, Im sorry, but theres only one way you can go back, and that is as a chicken. Fred was devastated, but begged St. Peter to send him to a farm near his home. The next thing he knew, he was covered with feathers, clucking and pecking the ground. A rooster strolled past. So, youre the new hen, huh? Hows your first day here? Not bad, replied Fred the hen, but I have this strange feeling inside. Like Im gonna explode! Youre ovulating, explained the rooster. Don t tell me youve never laid an egg before? Never, said Fred . Well, just relax and let it happen, says the rooster. Its no big deal. He did, and a few uncomfortable seconds later, out popped an egg! He was overcome with emotion as he experienced motherhood. He soon laid another egg -- his joy was overwhelming. As he was about to lay his third egg, he felt a smack on the back of his head, and heard..... Fred , wake up! Youve shit the bed
Posted on: Tue, 15 Oct 2013 01:08:49 +0000