Karenluvs6
12-27-2000, 02:03 PM
The Pope dies and goes to heaven. When he gets there, Saint Peter
shows him to his new quarters which turn out to be a tiny one
bedroom apartment.
The Pope is horrified and wants to know why he doesn't have the
penthouse apartment, which is huge.
Saint Peter informs him that the resident of the penthouse is a
lawyer.
"A lawyer," says the Pope. "But I'm the Pope, surely I'm more
important."
"With respect Sir," says Saint Peter, "We have lots of Pope's up
here, but we only have ONE lawyer!"
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A lawyer died and arrived at the pearly gates. To his dismay, there
were thousands of people ahead of him in line to see St. Peter.
To his surprise, St. Peter left his desk at the gate and came down
the long line to where the lawyer was, and greeted him warmly.
Then St. Peter and one of his assistants took the lawyer by the
hands and guided him up to the front of the line, and into a
comfortable chair by his desk.
The lawyer said, "I don't mind all this attention, but what makes
me so special?"
St. Peter replied, "Well, I've added up all the hours for which you
billed your clients, and by my calculation you must be about 193
years old!"
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Trying to control my dry hair, I treated my scalp with olive
oil before washing it. Worried that the oil might leave an
odor, I washed my hair several times. That night when I went
to bed, I leaned over to my husband and asked, "Do I smell
like olive oil?"
"No," he said, sniffing me. "Do I smell like Popeye?"
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shows him to his new quarters which turn out to be a tiny one
bedroom apartment.
The Pope is horrified and wants to know why he doesn't have the
penthouse apartment, which is huge.
Saint Peter informs him that the resident of the penthouse is a
lawyer.
"A lawyer," says the Pope. "But I'm the Pope, surely I'm more
important."
"With respect Sir," says Saint Peter, "We have lots of Pope's up
here, but we only have ONE lawyer!"
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A lawyer died and arrived at the pearly gates. To his dismay, there
were thousands of people ahead of him in line to see St. Peter.
To his surprise, St. Peter left his desk at the gate and came down
the long line to where the lawyer was, and greeted him warmly.
Then St. Peter and one of his assistants took the lawyer by the
hands and guided him up to the front of the line, and into a
comfortable chair by his desk.
The lawyer said, "I don't mind all this attention, but what makes
me so special?"
St. Peter replied, "Well, I've added up all the hours for which you
billed your clients, and by my calculation you must be about 193
years old!"
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Trying to control my dry hair, I treated my scalp with olive
oil before washing it. Worried that the oil might leave an
odor, I washed my hair several times. That night when I went
to bed, I leaned over to my husband and asked, "Do I smell
like olive oil?"
"No," he said, sniffing me. "Do I smell like Popeye?"
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