An old miser at last goes to his reward and presents himself at the Pearly Gates. St. Peter greets him with appropriate solemnity and escorts him to his new abode. Walking past numerous elegant mansions, they finally arrive at a dilapidated shack at the end of the street.
The miser, much taken aback, begins, "Why do I get a rundown shack when all of the others have fine mansions?"
"Well, sir, we did the best we could with the money you sent us."
Friday, August 15, 2008
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