Forgive me, but it's a cold, wet winter day in Sydney. This morning, a friend sent this to me for two reasons. The first is he knows I love jokes about creativity. The second reason will be obvious when you read it. Enjoy!
Forrest Gump Goes to Heaven.
The day finally arrived. Forrest Gump dies and goes to Heaven.
At the Pearly Gates, Forrest is met by St. Peter himself. As he approaches him, he notices the gates are closed.
St. Peter said, "Forrest, it is certainly good to see you. We have heard a lot about you. I must tell you, though, that the place is filling up fast. So, like Australia, we've decided to administer an entrance examination before you can enter. The test is short, but you have to pass it before you can get into Heaven."
Forrest responds, "It sure is good to be here, St. Peter, sir. But nobody ever told me about any entrance exam. I sure hope that the test ain't too hard. Life was a big enough test as it was."
St. Peter continued, "Yes, I know, Forrest, but the test is only three questions.
First: What two days of the week begin with the letter T?
Second: How many seconds are there in a year?
Third: What is God’s first name?"
Forrest leaves to think the questions over. He returns the next day and sees St. Peter, who waves him up.
St. Peter said, "Now that you have had a chance to think the questions over, tell me your answers."
Forrest replied, "Well, the first one – which two days in the week begins with the letter T? Shucks, that one is easy. That would be Today and Tomorrow."
St Peter's eyes opened wide. Well, that wasn't the answer I had in mind. But I'll give you credit for your creativity. How about the second question?"
"How many seconds in a year? Now that one is harder,' replied Forrest. "But I thunk and thunk about that, and I guess the only answer can be twelve."
Astounded, St. Peter exclaimed, "Twelve? Twelve? Forrest, how in Heaven’s name could you come up with twelve seconds in a year?"
Forrest replied, "Shucks, there’s got to be twelve: January 2nd, February 2nd, March 2nd... "
"Hold it," interrupts St. Peter. "I see where you are going with this, and I see your point, though that was not quite what I had in mind. But I will have to give you credit for that one, too. Let us go on with the third and final question. Can you tell me God’s first name?"
"Sure," Forrest replied. "It's Andy."
"Andy?" cried an exasperated and frustrated St Peter. "I can understand how you came up with the answers to my first two questions, but just how in the world did you come up with the name Andy as the first name of God?"
"That was the easiest one of all," Forrest replied. "I learnt it from the song, ANDY WALKS WITH ME, ANDY TALKS WITH ME, ANDY TELLS ME I AM HIS OWN."
St. Peter opened the Pearly Gates, and said: "Run, Forrest, Run."
