Wheelin came home drunk one night, slid into bed beside
his sleeping wife and fell into a deep sleep.
He woke before the Pearly Gates, where St. Peter said,
"You died in your sleep Wheelin."
Wheelin 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 chook."
Wheelin was devastated but begged St. Peter to send him
back to a chook farm near his home. The next thing he
knew, he was covered with feathers, clucking and scratching
the ground.
A rooster strolled past. "So you're the new hen. How's
your first day here?"
"Not too bad,' replied Wheelin, "But I have this strange
feeling inside, like I'm going to explode!"
"You're ovulating," explained the rooster, "Don't tell me
you've never laid an egg before?"
"Never." said Wheelin.
"Well just relax and let it happen," said the rooster.
"It's no big deal."
Wheelin did, and a few uncomfortable seconds later,
out popped an egg!
Wheelin was overcome with emotion as he has just
experienced motherhood. He soon lain another egg - his
joy was overwhelming.
As he was about to lay his third egg, he felt a smack on
the back of his head and heard his wife shout, "Bloody
Hell Wheelin! Wake up. You're sh***ing in the bed."
