40 gypsies arrive at the Pearly Gates in their Transits and caravans.
St Peter goes into the gatehouse and phones up God, saying.
"I've got 40 pikeys here. Can I let them in?".
God says "We are over our quota on pikeys, go out and tell them to
choose between them which are the 12 most worthy and I will let the
dozen in".
Less than a minute later St Peter is on the blower to God again.
"They've gone", he tells God
"What?" says God "all 40 of them?".
"No, the gates " replies St. Peter
:teehee:
St Peter goes into the gatehouse and phones up God, saying.
"I've got 40 pikeys here. Can I let them in?".
God says "We are over our quota on pikeys, go out and tell them to
choose between them which are the 12 most worthy and I will let the
dozen in".
Less than a minute later St Peter is on the blower to God again.
"They've gone", he tells God
"What?" says God "all 40 of them?".
"No, the gates " replies St. Peter
:teehee: