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(J) Brian

After a night of drinking, Brian crept into bed beside his wife who was
already asleep. He gave her a peck on the cheek and fell asleep. When
he awoke he found a strange man standing at the end of his bed wearing a
long flowing white robe. “Who the hell are you?” demanded Brian, “and
what are you doing in my bedroom?”.

The mysterious Man answered, “This isn’t your bedroom and I’m St
Peter”.

Brian was stunned “You mean I’m dead!!! That can’t be, I have so much
to live for, I haven’t said goodbye to my family…. you’ve got to send me
back straight away”.

St Peter replied, “Yes, you can be reincarnated but there is a catch.
We can only send you back as a dog or a hen.”

Brian was devasted, but knowing there was a farm not far from his
house, he asked to be sent back as a hen. A flash of light later, he was
covered in feathers and clucking around pecking the ground. “This ain’t so
bad” he thought until he felt this strange feeling welling up inside
him.

The farmyard rooster strolled over and said, “So you’re the new hen,
how are you enjoying your first day here?”

“It’s not so bad,” replies Brian, “but I have this strange feeling
inside like I’m about to explode”.

“You’re ovulating,” explained the rooster, “don’t tell me you’ve never
laid an egg before.”
“Never,” replies Brian.
“Well just relax and let it happen.”
And so he did and after a few uncomfortable seconds later, an egg pops
out from under his tail. An immense feeling of relief swept over him
and his emotions got the better of him as he experienced motherhood for
the first time. When he laid his second egg, the feeling of happiness
was overwhelming and he knew that being reincarnated as a hen was the
best thing that had happened to him…ever!!!

The joy kept coming and as he was just about to lay his third egg he
felt an enormous smack on the back of his head and heard his wife
shouting, “Brian, wake up you drunken fool, you’re shitting in the bed.”

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