God is tired, worn out. So he speaks to St. Peter, “You know, I need a vacation. Got any suggestions where I should go?”

St. Peter, thinking, nods his head, then says, “How about Jupiter? It’s nice and warm there this time of the year.”

God shakes His head before saying, “No. Too much gravity. You know how that hurts my back.”

“Hmmm,” St. Peter reflects. “Well, how about Mercury?”

“No way!” God mutters, “It’s way too hot for me there!”

“I’ve got it,” St. Peter says, his face lighting up. “How about going Down to Earth for your vacation?”

Chuckling, God remarks, “Are you kidding? Two thousand years ago I went there, had an affair with some nice Jewish girl, and they’re STILL talking about it!”

A Blonde was sent on her way to Heaven. Upon arrival, a concerned St Peter met her at the Pearly Gates.

‘I’m sorry,’ St Peter said; ‘But Heaven is suffering from an overload of goodly souls and we have been forced to put up an Entrance Exam for new arrivals to ease the burden of Heavenly Arrivals.’

‘That’s cool’ said the blonde, ‘What does the Entrance Exam consist of?’

‘Just three questions’ said St Peter.

‘Which are?’ asked the blonde.

‘The first,’ said St Peter, ‘is, which two days of the week start with the letter ‘T’ ‘?

The second is ‘How many seconds are there in a year?’

The third is ‘What was the name of the swagman in Waltzing Matilda?’

‘Now,’ said St Peter, ‘Go away and think about those questions and when I call upon you, I shall expect you to have those answers for me.’

So the blonde went away and gave those three questions some considerable thought (I expect you to do the same).

The following morning, St Peter called upon the blonde and asked if she had considered the questions, to which she replied, ‘I have.’

‘Well then,’ said St Peter, ‘Which two days of the week start with the letter T?’

The blonde said, ‘Today and Tomorrow.’

St Peter pondered this answer for some time, and decided that indeed the answer can be applied to the question.

‘Well then, could I have your answer to the second of the three questions?’ St Peter went on, ‘how many seconds in a year?’

The Blonde replied, ‘Twelve!’

‘Only twelve?’ exclaimed St Peter, ‘How did you arrive at that figure?’

‘Easy,’ said the blonde, ‘there’s the second of January, the second of February, right through to the second of December, giving a total of twelve seconds.’

St Peter looked at the blonde and said, ‘I need some time to consider your answer before I can give you a decision.’ And he walked away shaking his head.

A short time later, St Peter returned to the Blonde. ‘I’ll allow the answer to stand, but you need to get the third and final question absolutely correct to be allowed into Heaven. Now, can you tell me the
answer to the name of the swagman in Waltzing Matilda?’

The blonde replied: ‘Of the three questions, I found this the easiest to answer.’

‘Really!’ exclaimed St Peter, ‘And what is the answer?’

‘It’s Andy.’

‘Andy??’

‘Yes, Andy,’ said the blonde.

This totally floored St Peter, and he paced this way and that, deliberating the answer. Finally, he could not stand the suspense any longer, and turning to the blonde, asked ‘How in God’s name did you arrive at THAT answer?’

‘Easy’ said the blonde, ‘Andy sat, Andy watched, Andy waited til his
billy boiled.’

And the blonde entered into Heaven………..

‘Nescafe’ manages to arrange a meeting with the Pope at the Vatican.
 
After receiving the Papal blessing, the Nescafe official whispers ‘your Eminence, we have an offer for you. Nescafe is prepared to donate US$100 million to the church if you change the Lord’s Prayer from ‘give us this day our daily bread’ to ‘give us this day our daily coffee.’
 
The Pope responds, ‘That is impossible. The prayer is the word of the Lord. It must not be changed.’
 
‘Well,’ says the Nescafe man, ‘we anticipated your reluctance. For this reason we will increase our offer to $300 million.’

‘My son, it is impossible. For the prayer is the word of the Lord and it must not be changed.’
 
The Nescafe guy says ‘Your Holiness, we at Nescafe respect your adherence to the faith, but we do have one final offer. We will donate $500 million – that’s half a billion dollars – to the great Catholic Church if you would only change the Lord’s Prayer from ‘give us this day our daily bread’ to ‘give us this day our daily coffee.’ Please consider it.’

And he leaves.

The next day the Pope convenes the College of Cardinals. ‘There is some good news,’ he announces, ‘and some bad news. The good news is that the Church will come into $500 million.’
 
‘And the bad news your Holiness?’ asks a Cardinal.
 
“We’re losing the ‘Tip Top’ account.”