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Skriven 2005-04-09 09:05:38 av ceri@twmba.net
Ärende: This explains why we forward jokes.
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From: Ceri <ceri@twmba.net>
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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. He 
and the dog walked toward the gate, and as he got closer, he saw a man 
at a desk to one side. 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 which led 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 reader. "Do you have any water?"

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

"How about my friend here?" the traveler gestured to the dog.

"There should be a bowl by the pump." They went through the gate, and 
sure enough, there was an old fashioned hand pump with a bowl beside it.

The traveler filled the 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 
traveler asked.

"This is Heaven," he answered.

"Well, that's confusing," the traveler 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?"

"No, we're just happy that they screen out the folks who would leave 
their best friends behind."

Soooo...

Sometimes, we wonder why friends keep forwarding jokes to us without 
writing a word, maybe this could explain:

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

When you very busy, but still want to keep contact, you forward jokes.

When you have something to say, but don't know what, and don't know how, 
you forward jokes.

And to let you know that you are still remembered, you are still 
important, you are still loved, you are still cared for, guess what you 
get? A forwarded joke.

So, next time if you get a joke, don't think that you've been sent just 
another forwarded joke, but that you've been thought of today and your 
friend on the other end of your computer wanted to send you a smile.









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