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I got this in an email, hope you like it.
"Billy came home from the pub late one Friday evening steaming drunk, as
he often did, and crept into bed beside his wife who was already asleep.
He gave her a peck on the cheek and fell asleep.
When he awoke he found a strange man standing at the end of his bed
wearing a long flowing white robe. "Who the hell are you?" Demanded
Billy , "and what are you doing in my bedroom?". The mysterious Man
answered "This isn't your bedroom and I'm St Peter".
Billy was stunned "You mean I'm dead!!! That can't be, I have so much
to live for, I haven't said goodbye to my wife .... you've got to send me
back straight away". St Peter replied "Yes you can be reincarnated but
there is a catch. We can only send you back as a dog or a hen."
Billy was devastated, but knowing there was a farm not far from his
house, he asked to be sent back as a hen. A flash of light later he was
covered in feathers and clucking around pecking the ground. "This isn't so
bad" he thought until he felt this strange feeling welling up inside him.
The farmyard rooster strolled over and said "So you're the new hen, how
Are you enjoying your first day here?" "It's not so bad " replies Billy
," but I have this strange feeling inside like I'm about to explode".
"You're ovulating" explained the rooster, "don't tell me you've never laid
an egg before". "Never" replies Billy "Well just relax and let it happen"
.
And so he did and a few uncomfortable seconds later, an egg pops out from
under his tail. An immense feeling of relief swept over him and his
emotions got the better of him as he experienced motherhood for the first
time. When he laid his second egg, the feeling of happiness was
overwhelming and he knew that being reincarnated as a hen was the best
thing that ever happened to him... ever!!!
The joy kept coming and as he was just about to lay his third egg he felt
an enormous smack on the back of his head and heard his wife
shouting "Billy , wake up you drunken bas*ard, you're sh*tting the bed"
!!!
yours, Pete
I went into the RSPCA office the other day. It was so small you could hardly swing a cat in there.
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