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Bob 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, Bob….’
Bob 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.’
Bob 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 Bob 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 Bob.
‘Well, just relax and let it happen,’ says the rooster. ‘It’s no big deal.’
Bob did, and a few uncomfortable seconds later, out popped an egg!
Bob 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 yell…..
‘BOB, wake up. You’re shitting the bed!