First heard in 1956. It seems appropriate this year.
A curious fellow died one day and found himself waiting in the long line of judgment. As he stood there, he noticed that some souls were allowed to march right through the Pearly Gates and into Heaven. Others, though, were led over to Satan, who threw them into the burning pit. But every so often, instead of hurling a poor soul into the fire, Satan would toss a soul off to one side into a small pile.
After watching Satan do this several times, the fellow's curiosity got the best of him. So he strolled over and asked Satan what he was doing.
"Excuse me, Prince of Darkness," he said, "I'm waiting in line for judgment, but I couldn't helpwondering, why are you tossing those people aside instead of flinging them into the Fires of Hell with the others?"
"Ah, those..." Satan said with a groan, "They're Oregonians. They're too wet to burn."
A curious fellow died one day and found himself waiting in the long line of judgment. As he stood there, he noticed that some souls were allowed to march right through the Pearly Gates and into Heaven. Others, though, were led over to Satan, who threw them into the burning pit. But every so often, instead of hurling a poor soul into the fire, Satan would toss a soul off to one side into a small pile.
After watching Satan do this several times, the fellow's curiosity got the best of him. So he strolled over and asked Satan what he was doing.
"Excuse me, Prince of Darkness," he said, "I'm waiting in line for judgment, but I couldn't helpwondering, why are you tossing those people aside instead of flinging them into the Fires of Hell with the others?"
"Ah, those..." Satan said with a groan, "They're Oregonians. They're too wet to burn."
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