Relay-Version: version B 2.10 5/3/83; site utzoo.UUCP Posting-Version: version B 2.10.2 9/18/84; site rochester.UUCP Path: utzoo!watmath!clyde!burl!ulysses!allegra!bellcore!decvax!genrad!teddy!panda!talcott!harvard!seismo!rochester!nemo From: nemo@rochester.UUCP (Wolfe) Newsgroups: net.jokes Subject: Re: no reruns of father goose Message-ID: <5209@rochester.UUCP> Date: Wed, 9-Jan-85 11:36:32 EST Article-I.D.: rocheste.5209 Posted: Wed Jan 9 11:36:32 1985 Date-Received: Sat, 12-Jan-85 06:40:20 EST References: <154@npois.UUCP> Organization: U. of Rochester, CS Dept. Lines: 31 Since this father goose story's punch line is not mentioned, and I haven't seen it in net.jokes, here goes. Buster Crab and Sam Clam were the best of friends for years, and every evening one could find Buster in Sam's bar down by the beach. Finally, Buster passed on and went to heaven. There, he was a model citizen, but he longed for the companionship of his pal, Sam. So the next Christmas, Buster was approached by God who asked him why he wasn't happy. Buster explained that although heaven was a pretty nice place and the halo and wings were real swell, he missed Sam and wished he could go back and spend just one more night in his bar by the beach. God recalled how good Buster had been, and told him that he could spend New Year's with Sam in his bar. "However," God cautioned, "things have changed since you were there last. In order to keep up with the times, Sam has converted his place to a disco. Still, if you wish, you may spend New Year's eve with your old buddy, but be sure not to drink and take good care of your wings, harp and halo." Buster was ecstatic and spend the next week practicing his chops on the harp and polishing his halo. Then the big eveing arrived and poof! there he was beside Sam in his disco. Well, they had a great time talking of old times and dancing and singing and playing. After a while, the temptation to have a drink proved too great for Buster, and he imbibed. So did the rest of the party and the night got progressively wilder until morning found everyone sleeping it off on the furniture and floors of the disco. His time up, Buster was transported poof! back to heaven. God saw him, bleary eyed, halo dented and slipping off to one side, wings in disarray, and well, you get the picture. God gives him an ice bag and asks what happened. "Buster! You've been at the bottle, haven't you? Look at you wings! Look at that halo! And where is you golden harp?" To which Buster replies, "I left my harp in Sam Clam's Disco." (better sung) Ne (you asked for it) mo