FW: This is why I forward jokes

08 Nov


A man and his dog were walking along a road. The man was

enjoying the scenery, when it suddenly occurred to him that he was dead.

He remembered dying, and that the dog walking beside him had

been dead for years. He wondered where the road was leading them.

After a while, they came to a high, white stone wall along one

side of the road. It looked like fine marble. At the top of a long hill,

it was broken by a tall arch that glowed in the sunlight.

When he was standing before it he saw a magnificent gate in the

arch that looked like mother-of-pearl, and the street that led to the gate

looked like pure gold. He and the dog walked toward the gate, and as he

got closer, he saw a man at a desk to one side.

When he was close enough, he called out, ‘Excuse me, where are


‘This is Heaven, sir,’ the man answered.

‘Wow! Would you happen to have some water?’ the man asked.

‘Of course, sir. Come right in, and I’ll have some ice water

brought right up.’

The man gestured, and the gate began to open.

‘Can my friend,’ gesturing toward his dog, ‘come in, too?’ the

traveler asked.

‘I’m sorry, sir, but we don’t accept pets.’

The man thought a moment and then turned back toward the road

and continued the way he had been going with his dog.

After another long walk, and at the top of another long hill,

he came to a dirt road leading through a farm gate that looked as if it

had never been closed. There was no fence.

As he approached the gate, he saw a man inside, leaning against

a tree and reading a book.

‘Excuse me!’ he called to the man. ‘Do you have any water?’

‘Yeah, sure, there’s a pump over there, come on in.’

‘How about my friend here?’ the traveler gestured to the dog.

‘There should be a bowl by the pump.’

They went through the gate, and sure enough, there was an

old-fashioned hand pump with a bowl beside it.

The traveler filled the water bowl and took a long drink

himself, then he gave some to the dog.

When they were full, he and the dog walked back toward the man

who was standing by the tree.

‘What do you call this place?’ the traveler asked. ‘This is

Heaven,’ he answered.

‘Well, that’s confusing,’ the traveler said. ‘The man down the

road said that was Heaven, too.’

‘Oh, you mean the place with the gold street and pearly gates?

Nope. That’s hell.’

‘Doesn’t it make you mad for them to use your name like that?’

‘No, we’re just happy that they screen out the folks who would

leave their best friends behind.’

Soooo ..Sometimes, we wonder why friends keep forwarding jokes

to us without writing a word. Maybe this will explain.

When you are very busy, but still want to keep in touch, guess

what you do? You forward jokes.

When you have nothing to say, but still want to keep contact,

you forward jokes.

When you have something to say, but don’t know what, and don’t

know how, you forward jokes.

Also to let you know that you are still remembered, you are

still important, you are still loved, you are still cared for, guess what

you get?

A forwarded joke.

So, next time if you get a joke, don’t think that you’ve been

sent just another forwarded joke, but that you’ve been thought of today

and your friend on the other end of your computer wanted to send you a


You are all welcome @ my water bowl anytime

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