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Ralph came home drunk one night, slid into bed beside his sleeping
Wife, and fell into a deep slumber. He awoke before the Pearly
Gates, where St.. Peter said, "You died in your sleep, Ralph."

Ralph was stunned. "I'm dead? No, I can't be! I've got too
much to live for. Send me back! St. Peter said, "I'm sorry, but
there's Only one way you can go back, and that is as a chicken."

Ralph was devastated, but begged St. Peter to send him to a farm
near his home. The next thing he knew, he was covered with feathers,
clucking and pecking the ground.

A rooster strolled past. "So, you're the new hen, huh?
How's your first day here?" "Not bad," replied Ralph the hen,
"but I have this strange feeling inside. Like I'm gonna explode!"
"You're ovulating," explained the Rooster.
"Don't tell me you've never laid an egg before?"
"Never," said Ralph. "Well, just relax and let it happen," says
the rooster. "It's no Big deal."

Ralph did, and a few uncomfortable seconds later, out popped an
egg! Ralph was overcome with emotion as he experienced motherhood.
He soon laid another egg -- his joy was overwhelming.

As he was about to lay his third egg, he felt a smack on the
back of his head, and heard his wife shout.....

"Dammit, Ralph! Wake up. You're shittin in the bed!"

Jetée

I thought it was going deeper, but there at the end was the classic zinger.

Funny.

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As human beings, our greatness lies not so much in being able to remake the world (that is the myth of the Atomic Age) as in being able to remake ourselves.

—Mohandas K. Gandhi

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