LETS GET TECHNICAL
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In 2031, President Clinton finishes his time on earth and approaches the Pearly
Gates of Heaven.
"And who might you be?" inquires St. Peter.
"It's me, Bill Clinton, formerly the President of the United States and Leader
of the Free World."
"Oh...Mr....... President! What may I do for you?" asks St. Peter.
"I'd like to come in," replies Clinton.
"Sure," says the Saint. "But first, you have to confess your sins. What bad
things have you done in your life?"
Clinton bites his lip and answers, "Well, I tried marijuana, but you can't call
it 'dope-smoking' because I didn't inhale.
There were inappropriate extramarital relationships, but you can't call it
'adultery' because I didn't have full 'sexual relations.' And I made some
statements that were misleading, but legally accurate, but you can't call it
'bearing false witness' because, as far as I know, it didn't meet the legal
standard of perjury."
With that, St. Peter consults the Book of Life briefly, and declares, "OK,
here's the deal. We'll send you somewhere hot, but we won't call it 'Hell'.
You'll be there indefinitely, but we won't call it 'eternity'. And when you
enter, you don't have to abandon all hope, just hold your breath waiting for it
to freeze over."
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The wife coyly tried to explain her purchase of a new pair of expensive imported
panties.
"After all, dear," she said to her husband, "You wouldn't expect to find fine
perfume in a cheap bottle, would you?"
"No," her husband replied. "Nor would I expect to find gift wrapping on a dead
beaver."