Since the advent of passing jokes by email, I rarely remember any of them. Three jokes have been favorites of mine for years. Two could never be repeated here. I would be hesitant to post this third joke if it weren’t for the fact that I’m blond as well.
Three Blonds die in a car accident. As they arrive at the Pearly Gates, St.Peter reviews their worldly deeds and is less than impressed. “You’re not bad women, but you haven’t exactly lead the purest of lives either. I tell you what. If one of you can adequately explain the story of Easter, I’ll let you all in.”
The first blond leaps forward,”Oh, I know that! Easter is when Santa Clause and the three wise men went to Bethlehem to visit the baby Jesus.”
“What? No. That’s Christmas, and you don’t even have that story correct. Next!”
The second blond is hesitant, “Isn’t Easter when the Pilgrims and Indians celebrated their friendship over a turkey dinner?”
“Oh come on” says Peter,”that’s Thanksgiving. That’s not even a religious holiday. Last Chance!”
The third blond thinks and thinks… I know! “Easter commemorates the resurrection of Jesus. You see, Jesus went to Jerusalem, was betrayed by Judas, arrested, made to wear a crown of thorns, forced to drag his cross to the top of a hill, nailed to the cross and crucified. After he died, his followers laid him to rest in a cave, then closed the cave with a giant boulder. Then.. um, let’s see…”
St. Peter encourages her, “Go in Miss, you are doing just fine!”
She refocuses, “Then, after three days, Jesus is resurrected. He comes out of the cave and looks down at the ground. And if he can see his shadow, it’s an omen of six more weeks of bad weather!”
