Bob came home drunk one night, slid into bed beside his sleeping wife, and fell into a deep slumber.
He awoke before the Pearly Gates, where St. Peter said, ‘You died in your sleep, Bob..’
**Bob was stunned. ‘I’m dead? No, I can’t be! I’ve got too much to live for. Send me back!’ **
**St. Peter said, ‘I’m sorry, but there’s only one way you can go back, and that is as a chicken.’ **
**Bob was devastated, but begged St. Peter to send him to a farm near his home.. The next thing he knew, he was covered with feathers, clucking, and pecking the ground. **
**A rooster strolled past. ‘So, you’re the new hen, huh? How’s your first day here?’ **
**‘Not bad,’ replied Bob the hen, ‘but I have this strange feeling inside. Like I’m gonna explode!’ **
**‘You’re ovulating,’ explained the rooster. **
**'Don’t tell me you’ve never laid an egg before? ’ **
**‘Never,’ said Bob. **
**‘Well, just relax slowly start clucking and let it happen,’ says the rooster. ‘It’s no big deal.’ **
**Bob didstart cluckin, and a few uncomfortable seconds later, out popped an egg! **
Bob was overcome with emotion as he experienced motherhood. He soon clucked away and laid another egg – his joy was overwhelming.
**As he wasclucking and about to lay his third egg, he felt a smack on the back of his head, and heard his wife yell… **
BOB, wake up you stupid son of a bytch Your shytting the bed!’
