Big John
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Obama dies and finds himself before the Pearly Gates. He is very
excited; all his life he's had a secret wish & longed to meet the Prophet
Mohammed.
Having arrived at the Gates of Heaven, Barack meets a man with a
beard. 'Are you Mohammed?' he asks.
'No, my son, I am Peter. Mohammed is higher up.' Peter then points to
a ladder that rises into the clouds. Delighted that Mohammed should be
higher than Peter, Obama climbs the ladder in great strides, climbs through
the clouds coming to a room where he meets another bearded man. He asks
again, 'Are you Mohammed?'
'No, I am Moses. Mohammed is higher still.' Exhausted, but with a
heart full of joy he climbs the ladder; yet again, he discovers an even larger
room where he meets another man with a beard, beaming with radiance.
Full of hope, he asks again, 'Are you Mohammed?'
'No, I am Jesus... You will find Mohammed higher up. Mohammed higher
than Jesus! Man! Obama can hardly contain his delight and climbs and
climbs, ever higher. He reaches a room, beauty beyond all description,
where he meets the Lord Almighty. Totally out of breath, he asks God if Mohammed
was there.
'Yes, my son.... but you look exhausted. Would you like a cup of coffee..?'
'Yes! Please, my Lord,' Obama exclaims.
God looks behind him, claps his hands and yells out: 'Hey Mohammed--
two coffees!'
excited; all his life he's had a secret wish & longed to meet the Prophet
Mohammed.
Having arrived at the Gates of Heaven, Barack meets a man with a
beard. 'Are you Mohammed?' he asks.
'No, my son, I am Peter. Mohammed is higher up.' Peter then points to
a ladder that rises into the clouds. Delighted that Mohammed should be
higher than Peter, Obama climbs the ladder in great strides, climbs through
the clouds coming to a room where he meets another bearded man. He asks
again, 'Are you Mohammed?'
'No, I am Moses. Mohammed is higher still.' Exhausted, but with a
heart full of joy he climbs the ladder; yet again, he discovers an even larger
room where he meets another man with a beard, beaming with radiance.
Full of hope, he asks again, 'Are you Mohammed?'
'No, I am Jesus... You will find Mohammed higher up. Mohammed higher
than Jesus! Man! Obama can hardly contain his delight and climbs and
climbs, ever higher. He reaches a room, beauty beyond all description,
where he meets the Lord Almighty. Totally out of breath, he asks God if Mohammed
was there.
'Yes, my son.... but you look exhausted. Would you like a cup of coffee..?'
'Yes! Please, my Lord,' Obama exclaims.
God looks behind him, claps his hands and yells out: 'Hey Mohammed--
two coffees!'
