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June 10, 2006


After having waited for an audience for quite a while, a Jew is finally allowed to see the Pope.

"Is it not true that you are the Messenger of God on Earth?" asks the Jew.

"Yes it is, my son. How can I help you?" says the Pope.

"Well you know, I own a little restaurant back in Jerusalem. I have inherited it from my father, who had it from his father, and so ON and so on. So the other day I was going through my balance, when I noticed something was not right."

"Yes, my son? What was it?" asks the Pope.

"Well, I have an unpaid bill for thirteen persons dated year 1, A.D . . . "

Posted by Peskie at June 10, 2006 08:22 AM


Pretty classy stuff, Peskie. I had not seen/heard any of these. (I lead a protected life.....)

Posted by: old horsetail snake at June 11, 2006 06:00 AM