Post by Finny on Apr 12, 2007 6:04:47 GMT
Two 90 year old men, Mike and Joe, have been friends all of their lives.
When it's clear that Joe is dying Mike visits him every day. On one of the visits Mike says, "Joe, we both loved football all our lives, and we played Sunday football together for many years. Please do me a favour. When you get to Heaven, you must let me know if there's football up there." Joe looks up from his deathbed and says, "Mike, you've been my best friend for many years. If it's at all possible I'll do this for you. Shortly after that, Joe passed on. At midnight a couple of nights later, Mike is awakened from a sound sleep by a blinding flash of white light and a voice calling out to him,"
"Mike, Mike." The voice cried.
”Who is it?” asks Mike sitting up suddenly.
The voice said "It's me, Joe."
"You can't be Joe, he just died."
"I'm telling you the truth, it's me Joe," insists the voice."
Mike said, "Where are you?"
"In heaven", replies Joe. "I have some really good news and a little bad news."
"Tell me the good news first," said Mike.
"The good news," Joe said," is that there's football in heaven. Better yet, all of our old friends who died before us are here, too. Better than that, we're all young again. Better still, it's always springtime and it never rains or snows. And best of all, we can play football all we want and never get tired."
"Blinking hell," said Mike. "That's beyond my wildest dreams! But what's the bad news?
“You're playing on Tuesday.”
When it's clear that Joe is dying Mike visits him every day. On one of the visits Mike says, "Joe, we both loved football all our lives, and we played Sunday football together for many years. Please do me a favour. When you get to Heaven, you must let me know if there's football up there." Joe looks up from his deathbed and says, "Mike, you've been my best friend for many years. If it's at all possible I'll do this for you. Shortly after that, Joe passed on. At midnight a couple of nights later, Mike is awakened from a sound sleep by a blinding flash of white light and a voice calling out to him,"
"Mike, Mike." The voice cried.
”Who is it?” asks Mike sitting up suddenly.
The voice said "It's me, Joe."
"You can't be Joe, he just died."
"I'm telling you the truth, it's me Joe," insists the voice."
Mike said, "Where are you?"
"In heaven", replies Joe. "I have some really good news and a little bad news."
"Tell me the good news first," said Mike.
"The good news," Joe said," is that there's football in heaven. Better yet, all of our old friends who died before us are here, too. Better than that, we're all young again. Better still, it's always springtime and it never rains or snows. And best of all, we can play football all we want and never get tired."
"Blinking hell," said Mike. "That's beyond my wildest dreams! But what's the bad news?
“You're playing on Tuesday.”
