TNT:

Mot: .......... “Your name and occupation?” St. Peter asks.

An elderly priest passes away and finds himself at the gates of heaven.

He joins a line of souls waiting to meet St. Peter and gain entry into the Kingdom of Heaven. Before long, it’s his turn, and there’s only one person ahead of him.

St. Peter greets the man in front and says, “Ah yes, state your name and occupation.”

The man replies, “Will Snicket, taxi driver from New York City.”

St. Peter checks his list, nods, and says, “Yes, indeed. Take this silken robe and golden staff and enter the Kingdom of the Lord.”

The priest steps forward next, brimming with confidence.

“Your name and occupation?” St. Peter asks.

“Father Samuel, minister of the Church of God,” he replies proudly.

St. Peter consults his list and, after a moment, says, “Very well. Take this cotton robe and wooden staff and enter the Kingdom of the Lord.”

The priest looks shocked and protests, “Wait a minute! I’ve spent my entire life serving the Lord. Why does a taxi driver get a silken robe and golden staff while I’m given these?”

St. Peter looks at him calmly and says, “My child, up here we work by results. When you preached, people slept. When he drove, people prayed.”

THE RULES FOR CITY SLICKERS TO ENTER WYOMING

1. Pull your droopy pants up. You look like an idiot.

2. Let’s get this straight; it’s called a “gravel road.” I drive a pickup truck because I want to. No matter how slow you drive, you’re going to get dust on your Lexus. Drive it or get out of the way.

3. They are cattle & feed lots. That’s what they smell like to you. They smell like money to us. Get over it. Don’t like it? I-25 goes North and South, Pick one.

4. So you have a $60,000 car. We’re impressed. We have $200,000 combines that are driven only 3 weeks a year.

5. So every person in every pickup waves. It’s called being friendly. Try to understnd the concept.

6. If that cell phone rings while a deer is coming in, we WILL shoot it out of your hand. You better hope you don’t have it up to your ear at the time

7. You bring “coke” into my house, it better be brown, wet, and served over ice. You bring “Mary Jane” into my house, she better be cute, know how to shoot, drive a truck, and have long hair.

OK, confession time. Before I posted this, because of my out of date, old fogie, life style, I called our child and asked what a “Mary Jane” was. I am SO afraid I will unknowingly post something dirty or offensive! For any of you other “so green ye could plant 'em” senior citizens....it is marijuana.

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