Time for the annual joke of the day:
A man died and went to heaven. As he stood in front of St. Peter at the Pearly Gates, he saw a huge wall of clocks behind him. He asked, "What are all those clocks?"
St. Peter answered, "Those are Lie-Clocks. Everyone on Earth has a Lie-Clock. Every time you lie the hands on your clock will move."
"Oh," said the man, "whose clock is that?"
"That's Mother Teresa's. The hands have never moved, indicating that she never told a lie."
"Incredible," said the man. "And whose clock is that one?"
St. Peter responded, "That's Abraham Lincoln's clock. The hands have moved twice, telling us that Abe told only two lies in his entire life."
"Where's Bush's clock?" asked the man.
"Bush's clock is in Jesus' office. He's using it as a ceiling fan."
And really, the funniest part of this joke is me picturing Jesus wearing a shirt and tie, sitting in his semi-private office (complete with a Dilbert page-a-day calendar and a "You don't have to be crazy to work here but it helps" poster) with his feet on his desk and his hands behind his head, daydreaming about God retiring so he can move into the huge corner office with the nice view.
A man died and went to heaven. As he stood in front of St. Peter at the Pearly Gates, he saw a huge wall of clocks behind him. He asked, "What are all those clocks?"
St. Peter answered, "Those are Lie-Clocks. Everyone on Earth has a Lie-Clock. Every time you lie the hands on your clock will move."
"Oh," said the man, "whose clock is that?"
"That's Mother Teresa's. The hands have never moved, indicating that she never told a lie."
"Incredible," said the man. "And whose clock is that one?"
St. Peter responded, "That's Abraham Lincoln's clock. The hands have moved twice, telling us that Abe told only two lies in his entire life."
"Where's Bush's clock?" asked the man.
"Bush's clock is in Jesus' office. He's using it as a ceiling fan."
And really, the funniest part of this joke is me picturing Jesus wearing a shirt and tie, sitting in his semi-private office (complete with a Dilbert page-a-day calendar and a "You don't have to be crazy to work here but it helps" poster) with his feet on his desk and his hands behind his head, daydreaming about God retiring so he can move into the huge corner office with the nice view.
