Someday, a long time from now, President Clinton finishes  his time on earth and approaches the Pearly Gates of Heaven.

"And who might you  be?" inquires St. Peter.

"It's me, Bill Clinton, formerly the President of  the United States and Leader of the Free World."

"Oh... Mr. President! What may I do  for you?" asks St. Peter.

"I'd like to come in," replies Clinton.

"Sure,"   says the Saint. "But first you have to confess your sins. What bad things have   you done in your life?"

Clinton bites his lip and answers, "Well, I tried marijuana,  but you can't call it dope-smoking because I didn't inhale. There were inappropriate extra-marital relationships - but you can't call it adultery because I  didn't have full 'sexual relations.' And I made some statements that were  misleading but legally accurate - you can't call it bearing false witness because,  as far as I know, it didn't meet the legal standard of perjury."

With that St.   Peter consults the Book of Life briefly, and declares, "OK, here's the deal.   We'll send you somewhere hot, but we won't call it 'Hell.' You'll be there indefinitely, but we won't call it 'eternity.' And when you enter you  don't have to 'abandon all hope,' just don't hold your breath waiting for it to  freeze over."

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