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Fatboy 18
A corrupt high-ranking politician dies and arrives at the gates of Heaven. He's met by St Peter who says "Welcome to Heaven. Before you come in, you should know, we don't often see high officials round here, so I've been given orders on what to do with you."
"You have to spend a day in Hell first, and then a day in Heaven, after that you can choose which you want for eternity".
The politician says "I've already decided, I want to be in Heaven."
St Peter says, "Well, I still have to do what I've been told", and he sends the politician to Hell first.
The politician finds himself on a beautiful golf course, not far from the club house where all his political friends from his previous life are outside, and they run to greet him, reminiscing about the good times getting rich off the people. They play a nice round of golf, and the Devil hosts a wonderful cocktail party afterwards, with caviar, champagne, lobster, dancing... the whole lot.
He's having such a good time that before he realises, it's time to go.
He's brought back up to Heaven, where he finds himself on beautiful clouds, with angels playing sweet music on harps, and everyone in blissful contentment. Everything is so peaceful that before he knows it, the day is up and St Peter brings him back to the gate and says, "OK, so it's time to decide which you want"
The politician says "Well, I didn't think I'd believe it... Heaven has been delightful, but I think I would be better off in Hell"
So St Peter takes him back down, and he finds himself in the middle of a barren land covered with waste and garbage. All his friends are dressed in rags picking up the trash and putting it in black bags.
The guy finds the Devil and says, "What's happened here? Yesterday it was a golfing paradise, everyone was well-dressed, we had a really nice game and a party afterwards..."
The Devil says, "Yesterday we were campaigning. Today you voted for us."
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The Liverpool FC manager flies to Kabul to watch a young Afghani play
football, is suitably impressed and arranges for him to come over.
Two weeks later Liverpool are 4-0 down to Chelsea with only 20 minutes
left, the manager gives the young Afghani striker the nod and on he goes.
The lad is a sensation, scores 5 goals in 20 minutes and wins the game for
Liverpool. The fans are delighted, the players and coaches are thrilled and the media
loves the new star.
When the player comes off the pitch he phones his mum to tell her about
his first day in English football.
'Hello mum, guess what?' he says 'I played for 20 minutes today, we were
4-0 down but I scored 5 and we won. Everybody loves me, the fans, the media,
they all love me.'
'Wonderful,' says his mum, 'Let me tell you about my day. Your father got
shot in the street and robbed, your sister and I were ambushed, gang raped
and beaten and your brother has joined a gang of looters, and all while
you were having such great time.'
The young lad is very upset. 'What can I say mum, but I'm really sorry.'
Sorry?!!! Sorry?!!!' says his mum,
It's your bloody fault we came to England in the first place!'
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