kheru2006 (kheru2006) wrote,

This explains why I forward jokes..


A man and his dog were walking along a road.  The man was enjoying the scenery, when it suddenly occurred to him that he was dead.



He remembered dying, and that the dog walking beside him
 had been dead for years.  He wondered where the road was leading them.


After a while, they came to a high,
 white stone wall along one side of the road.


It looked like fine marble..


At the top of a long hill, it was broken by a tall arch that
 glowed in the sunlight.


When he was standing before it, he saw a magnificent
 gate in the arch that looked like mother-of-pearl, and the street that led to the gate looked like pure gold.


When he was close enough, he called out, 'Excuse me, where are we?' 



'This is Heaven, sir,' the man answered..


'Wow! Would you happen to have some water?' the man asked.


'Of course, sir. Come right in, and I'll have some ice
 water brought right up.'


The man gestured, and the gate began to open.
 'Can my friend,' gesturing toward his dog, 'come in, too?' the traveller asked.


'I'm sorry, sir, but we don't accept pets.'


The man thought a moment and then turned back toward the road and continued the way he had been going with his dog.


After another long walk, and at the top of another long hill,
 he came to a dirt road leading through a farm gate that looked as if it had never been closed. 


There was no fence.


As he approached the gate, he saw a man inside,
 leaning against a tree and reading a book....


'Excuse me!' he called to the man. 'Do you have any water?'



'Yeah, sure, there's a pump over there, come on in.'


'How about my friend here?' the traveller gestured to the dog.


'There should be a bowl by the pump,' said the man.


They went through the gate, and sure enough, there was an old-fashioned hand pump with a bowl beside it.


The traveller filled the water bowl and took a long drink himself,
  then he gave some to the dog.


When they were full, he and the dog walked back
 toward the man who was standing by the tree..


'What do you call this place?' the traveller asked. 


'This is Heaven,' he answered.


'Well, that's confusing,' the traveller said.


'The man down the road said that was Heaven, too.'


'Oh, you mean the place with the gold street and pearly gates?
 Nope.. That's hell.'


'Doesn't it make you mad for them to use your name like that?'


Soooo. Now you see, sometimes, we wonder why friends keep forwarding stuff to us without writing a word.  Maybe this will explain it.




When you are very busy, but still want to keep in touch, guess what you do? You forward emails.


When you have nothing to say, but still want to keep contact, you forward jokes.


You are welcome at my water bowl anytime !!


via "Chubby Lynn"

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