One of my clients sent me this today.....
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Kevin came home after sniffing grass clippings one night, slid into bed beside Astrid, his sleeping wife, and fell into a deep slumber.
He awoke before the Pearly Gates, where St. Peter said, �You died in your sleep, Kevin.�
Kevin was stunned. �I'm dead? No, I can't be! I've got too much to live for. Send me back!�
St. Peter said, �I'm sorry, but there's only one way you can go back, and that is as a chicken.�
Kevin was devastated, but begged St. Peter to send him to a farm near his home. The next thing he knew, he was covered with feathers, clucking and pecking the ground.
A rooster strolled past. �So, you're the new hen, huh? How's your first day here?�
�Not bad,� replied Kevin the hen, �but I have this strange feeling inside. Like I'm gonna explode!�
�You're ovulating,� explained the rooster. �Don't tell me you've never laid an egg before?�
�Never,� said Kevin.
�Well, just relax and let it happen,� says the rooster. �It's no big deal.�
He did, and a few uncomfortable seconds later, out popped an egg! He was overcome with emotion as he experienced motherhood. He soon laid another egg -- his joy was overwhelming.
As he was about to lay his third egg, he felt a smack on the back of his head, and heard.....
"Kevin, wake up� said Astrid. �You�re ****ting in the bed!"
Getting old just ain't what they said it would be, but it�s better than being a hen!