Memory is a tricky thing
I was in the restaurant yesterday when I suddenly realized I desperately
needed to pass gas. The music was really, really loud, so I timed my
gas with the beat of the music.
After a couple of songs, I started to feel better. I finished my coffee,
and noticed that everybody was staring at me….
Then I suddenly remembered that I was listening to my iPod.
***and anther joke***
A photographer on vacation was inside a church taking photographs when he noticed a golden telephone mounted on the wall with a sign that read ‘$10,000 per call’.
The American, being intrigued, asked a priest who was strolling by what the telephone was used for.
The priest replied that it was a direct line to heaven and that for $10,000 you could talk to God.
The American thanked the priest and went along his way.
Next stop was in Atlanta. There, at a very large cathedral, he saw the same golden telephone with the same sign under it.
He wondered if this was the same kind of telephone he saw in Orlando and he asked a nearby nun what its purpose was.
She told him that it was a direct line to heaven and that for $10,000 he could talk to God.
‘O.K., thank you,’ said the American.
He then traveled to Indianapolis, Washington , Philadelphia , Boston , and New York .
In every church he saw the same golden telephone with the same ‘$10,000 per call’ sign under it.
The American, upon leaving Vermont decided to travel up to Canada to see if Canadians had the same phone..
He arrived in Canada, and again, in the first church he entered, there was the same golden telephone, but this time the sign under it read ’50 cents per call.’
The American was surprised so he asked the priest about the sign. ‘Father, I’ve traveled all over America and I’ve seen this same golden telephone in many churches. I’m told that it is a direct line to heaven, but in the US the price was $10,000 per call. Why is it so cheap here?’
The priest smiled and answered, ‘You’re in Canada now, son … it’s a local call.’