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howeirdFound a piece of paper on which Dad had written a couple of his logins for stock screener programs online. It was written on the back of a print-out of a joke I'd emailed him & some family and friends in 1998.
This fellow dies and finds himself waiting in the long line of judgment. As he stood there he noticed that some souls were allowed to march right through the gates of heaven - others, though, were led over to Satan who threw them into the burning pit.
But every so often, instead of hurling a poor soul into the fire, Satan would toss a soul onto a small pile off to the side.
After watching Satan do this several times, the fellow's curiosity got the better of him. He strolled over and tapped Satan on the shoulder. "Excuse me, Prince of Darkness", he said, "I'm waiting in line for judgment but I couldn't help wondering, why are you tossing those people aside instead of flinging them into the fires of Hell with all the others?"
"Ah, those...." Satan said, "They're all from Seattle; they're too wet to burn!"
This fellow dies and finds himself waiting in the long line of judgment. As he stood there he noticed that some souls were allowed to march right through the gates of heaven - others, though, were led over to Satan who threw them into the burning pit.
But every so often, instead of hurling a poor soul into the fire, Satan would toss a soul onto a small pile off to the side.
After watching Satan do this several times, the fellow's curiosity got the better of him. He strolled over and tapped Satan on the shoulder. "Excuse me, Prince of Darkness", he said, "I'm waiting in line for judgment but I couldn't help wondering, why are you tossing those people aside instead of flinging them into the fires of Hell with all the others?"
"Ah, those...." Satan said, "They're all from Seattle; they're too wet to burn!"
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