Two priests died at the same time and met Saint Peter at the
Pearly Gates. St. Peter said, "I'd like to get you guys in now,
but our computer's down. You'll have to go back to Earth for
about a week, but you can't go back as humans. What'll it be?"
The first priest says, "I've always wanted to be an eagle,
soaring above the Rocky mountains." "So be it," says St. Peter,
and off flies the first priest. The second priest mulls this over
for a moment and asks, "Will any of this week 'count', St.
Peter?" "No, I told you the computer's down. There's no way we
can keep track of what you're doing. The week's a freebie."
"In that case," says the second priest, "I've always wanted to
be a stud." "So be it," says St. Peter, and the second priest
disappears. A week goes by, the computer is fixed, and the Lord
tells St. Peter to recall the two priests. "Will you have any
trouble locating them?" He asks. "The first one should be easy,"
says St. Peter. "He's somewhere over the Rockies, flying with the
eagles. But the second one could prove to be more difficult."
"Why?" asketh the Lord. St. Peter answered, "He's on a snow
tire, somewhere in Alaska."
Pearly Gates. St. Peter said, "I'd like to get you guys in now,
but our computer's down. You'll have to go back to Earth for
about a week, but you can't go back as humans. What'll it be?"
The first priest says, "I've always wanted to be an eagle,
soaring above the Rocky mountains." "So be it," says St. Peter,
and off flies the first priest. The second priest mulls this over
for a moment and asks, "Will any of this week 'count', St.
Peter?" "No, I told you the computer's down. There's no way we
can keep track of what you're doing. The week's a freebie."
"In that case," says the second priest, "I've always wanted to
be a stud." "So be it," says St. Peter, and the second priest
disappears. A week goes by, the computer is fixed, and the Lord
tells St. Peter to recall the two priests. "Will you have any
trouble locating them?" He asks. "The first one should be easy,"
says St. Peter. "He's somewhere over the Rockies, flying with the
eagles. But the second one could prove to be more difficult."
"Why?" asketh the Lord. St. Peter answered, "He's on a snow
tire, somewhere in Alaska."