An engineer dies and reports to the pearly gates.
St. Peter checks his
dossier and says, "Ah, you're
an engineer-you're in the wrong
place."
So the engineer reports to the gates of hell and is
let
in.
Pretty soon, the engineer gets dissatisfied with the
level of
comfort in hell, and starts designing and
building improvements.
After
a while, they've got air conditioning and flush
toilets and escalators, and
the engineer is a pretty
popular guy.
One day God calls Satan up on
the telephone and says
with a sneer, "So, how's it going down there in
hell?"
Satan replies, "Hey, things are going great.
We've
got air conditioning and flush toilets and escalators,
and there's
no telling what this engineer is going to
come up with next."
God
replies, "What??? You've got an engineer? That's
a mistake! He should
never have gotten down there;
send him up here."
Satan says,
"No way. I like having an engineer on the
staff, and I'm keeping
him."
God says, "Send him back up here or I'll
sue."
Satan laughs uproariously and answers, "Yeah,
right.
And just where are YOU going to get a lawyer?"
JizzY
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"Behind
Death, the patricians small pet swamp dragon
held on grimly to the bony hips
and thought: 'gaurds or
no gaurds, the next time we pass a window I'm going
to
run like buggery'."