A film crew was on location in the desert. One day an old
Native American Indian Chief went up to the director and said, "Tomorrow
rain."
The next day it rained.
A week later, the chief went up to the director and said,
"Tomorrow storm."
The next day there was a hailstorm.
"This guy is incredible!" said the director. He
told his secretary to hire him to predict the weather. However, after several
successful predictions, the old chief didn't show up for two weeks.
Finally the director sent for him. "I have to shoot
a big scene tomorrow,"
said the director, "and I'm depending on you. What
will the weather be like?"
The chief shrugged. "Don't know. Radio broke."
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St. Peter is standing at Heaven's gate when a man walks
up. "Welcome to Heaven, my son. What did you do with your life?"
"I was a policeman," he responded.
"What kind of policeman?" St. Peter asked.
"I was a vice officer. I kept dangerous narcotics
out of the hands of kids."
"Wonderful my son, welcome to Heaven. Pass through
the gates."
A few moments later a second man walks up.
"Welcome to Heaven, my son. What did you do with
your life?"
"I was a policeman," he responded.
"What kind of policeman?" St. Peter asked.
"I was a traffic officer. I kept the roads and
highways safe for travelers."
"Well done. Pass through the gates into
Paradise."
A few moments later a third man walks up.
"Welcome to Heaven my son. What did you do with your
life?"
"I was a policeman," he responded.
"What kind of policeman?" St. Peter asked.
"I was a Military Policeman, Sir."
"Excellent, my son. I've gotta take a leak, watch
the gate will ya?"
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