A jaded Sp met her unfortunate demise and found herslef before the pearly gates and St. Peter. St. Peter greeted her warmly and checked his book. He said" Ah, a hooker with a heart of gold. Come in, you have certainly earned your spot in paridise."
Now the Sp was certainly relieved at that news but had one reservation. She asked " St Peter, can you tell me if there are any Perberts in heaven?" St. Peter replies "What do you mean?". "Well" she says "Perberts are disgusting, dirty old men who demand all kinds of acts, are reluctant to use protection and even when they get their way, will write you with a bad review!" "Oh" says St. Peter " I am familiar with the type. I can assure you that no Perbert has made his way into heaven. So come in and enjoy eternity.
The SP was very happy to hear this and entered through the gates. Just a few paces in, her heart froze as she spotted a balding over weight middle aged man with with a young angel in each arm, a roll of twenties in one hand and a cheap bottle of wine in the other. She turned back to St Peter and said" St Peter, I thought you said there were no Perberts in Heaven. Who is that?" "There aren't" replied St Peter, "That is God, he just thinks he's a Perbert!"
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PS: an oldie I dusted off and recycled for the occasion.
Now the Sp was certainly relieved at that news but had one reservation. She asked " St Peter, can you tell me if there are any Perberts in heaven?" St. Peter replies "What do you mean?". "Well" she says "Perberts are disgusting, dirty old men who demand all kinds of acts, are reluctant to use protection and even when they get their way, will write you with a bad review!" "Oh" says St. Peter " I am familiar with the type. I can assure you that no Perbert has made his way into heaven. So come in and enjoy eternity.
The SP was very happy to hear this and entered through the gates. Just a few paces in, her heart froze as she spotted a balding over weight middle aged man with with a young angel in each arm, a roll of twenties in one hand and a cheap bottle of wine in the other. She turned back to St Peter and said" St Peter, I thought you said there were no Perberts in Heaven. Who is that?" "There aren't" replied St Peter, "That is God, he just thinks he's a Perbert!"
rickoshadows
PS: an oldie I dusted off and recycled for the occasion.
