Ok you lot, as you are all too bashful to get the ball rolling here we go again with a starter joke:
There are three people waiting to enter the gates of heaven.
St. Peter opens the door and says, “Please stand in line I am going to interview you one at a time to decide where you are going to be sent”.
The first person in the queue was Sister Maria a nun, so she was called forward first.
St. Peter asked her how she had lived and how she had died.
The nun replied,
“I have been a nun for 30 years, during which time I have served the poor and needy in Angola. Unfortunately when the rebels moved-in they martyred me because I have lived my life as a Christian.”
St Peter looked her up and down and said
“Because of your exemplary life you will be given your own cloud and the freedom to roam anywhere you wish.
The next person to move forward was a Jacob a little Jewish tailor from Poland.
“So tell me about your life Jacob and how you died”, said St Peter.
“Well I lived in a little village outside Rajgrod in Poland, and I was the local tailor. One day the Nazis came into the village, gathering all the Jews including me, and sent us to a concentation camp. Amongst all the others I went to the gas chambers, and then they burned my body.”
St Peter looked him up and down and said, “Because you have lived a simple honest life, but for no fault of your own you were incinerated you may have a cooler cloud floating over the coolest regions of the earth.”
The third person to move forward was a Jamaican Rastafarian called Bob.
St Peter approached him and asked the same question that he had asked the other two.
Bob stepped forward and said,
“Al me’s life ah’s been bad. When I wus 8 I shot a man and got awiy wid it. When I wis 12 ah took on de drugs. Ah started wis de ganja, and by 15 I wis on de hard sh*t. I got a baaad dose of de AIDs from a sh*tass needle, and dat killed me”
St Peter scratched his head and looked in a puzzled sort of way at Bob and said, “Bob, while I make my mind up where to put you please just go and stand over there by the gates”.
Half an hour or so later God comes by and notices the Rastafarian standing in a corner by the gates, and asks St Peter what he is doing there.
St Peter realizing that he has been caught-out, as quick as a flash answers,
“Oh, didn’t I tell you, that’s our first AIDs man.”