Three women were sitting around the kitchen table discussing how they took revenge on their adulterous husbands.

The first woman said, “When I found out my husband was having an affair, I took all his clothes and threw them on the front lawn.”

The second woman replied, “That’s good, but I took the subtle approach. I took a pin and poked holes in all his condoms.”

The third woman fainted.

Three men from the same city reach Heaven’s Pearly Gates at the same time. Peter is astonished, as this has never happened before. He says, “I will remember this always! You MUST tell me how you each died!”

The first man says, “Well, I have a heart condition and have been suspecting my wife of cheating. I come home early from work one day to find her naked in the apartment. I rush all over to find the scum she’s sleeping with and find him dangling off the edge of our balcony. I stomp on his fingers and he lets go, falling twenty stories. He land in some bushes, so I grab the fridge and throw it down on him, crushing him. All the stress was too much for my heart, so I died.”

The second man says, “I was cleaning windows on an apartment building when I slip and fall off my scaffold. Luckily, I grab onto a balcony, but some crazy guy stomps on my fingers. I let go and fall twenty stories, but safely land in a bush. I look up, and there’s a fridge falling on me!”

“Wow!” says St. Peter. “That’s amazing!” He turns to the third man and asks, “So, how did you die?”

The third man says, “Well, I’m naked in a refrigerator…”

As she was about to walk into the elevator she noticed two men already aboard. Both were black. One of them was tall…very tall…an intimidating figure. The woman froze. Her first thought was: ‘These two are going to rob me.’ Her next thought was: ‘Don’t be a bigot; they look like perfectly nice gentlemen.’ But racial stereotypes are powerful, and fear immobilized her. She stood and stared at the two men. She felt anxious, flustered and ashamed. She hoped they didn’t read her mind but gosh, they had to know what she was thinking!!!

Her hesitation about joining them in the elevator was all too obvious now. Her face was flushed. She couldn’t just stand there, so with a mighty effort of will she picked up one foot and stepped forward and followed with the other foot and was on the elevator. Avoiding eye contact, she turned around stiffly and faced the elevator doors as they closed. A second passed, and then another second, and then another. Her fear increased! The elevator didn’t move. Panic consumed her. ‘My God,’ she thought, I’m trapped and about to be robbed! ‘Her heart plummeted. Perspiration poured from every pore. Then one of the men said, ‘Hit the floor.’ Instinct told her to do what they told her. The bucket of quarters flew upwards as she threw out her arms and collapsed on the elevator floor. A shower of coins rained down on her. Take my money and spare me, she prayed. More seconds passed. She heard one of the men say politely, ‘Ma’am, if you’ll just tell us what floor you’re going to, we’ll push the button.’ The one who said it had a little trouble getting the words out. He was trying mightily to hold in a belly laugh. The woman lifted her head and looked up at the two men. They reached down to help her up. Confused, she struggled to her feet. ‘When I told my friend here to hit the floor,’ said the average sized one, ‘I meant that he should hit the elevator button for our floor. I didn’t mean for you to hit the floor, ma’am.’ He spoke genially. He bit his lip. It was obvious he was having a hard time not laughing. The woman thought: ‘My God, what a spectacle I’ve made of myself.’ She was too humiliated to speak. She wanted to blurt out an apology, but words failed her. How do you apologize to two perfectly respectable gentlemen for behaving as though they were going to rob you? She didn’t know what to say. The three of them gathered up the strewn quarters and refilled her bucket. When the elevator arrived at her floor they then insisted on walking her to her room. She seemed a little unsteady on her feet, and they were afraid she might not make it down the corridor. At her door they bid her a good evening. As she slipped into her room she could hear them roaring with laughter as they walked back to the elevator. The woman brushed herself off. She pulled herself together and went downstairs for dinner with her husband.

The next morning flowers were delivered to her room – a dozen roses. Attached to EACH rose was a crisp one hundred dollar bill. The card said: ‘Thanks for the best laugh we’ve had in years.’

It was signed; Eddie Murphy Michael Jordan