02-10-2004, 02:20 PM
An author died, and wasn't sure whether he should go to Heaven or Hell. St. Peter gives him a tour of both. In the section of Hell reserved for authors, he sees a smoke-filled room full of people chained to typewriters with red-hot keys, typing furiously under the flaming nail-studded whips of demon editors.
"I don't like the looks of this," he tells St. Peter. "Let's go see Heaven now."
St. Peter takes him to the section of Heaven reserved for authors, where he sees a smoke-filled room full of people chained to typewriters with red-hot keys, typing furiously under the flaming nail-studded whips of demon editors.
"This is as bad as Hell!" he yells.
"Not quite," answers St. Peter. "Here, your work gets published."
"I don't like the looks of this," he tells St. Peter. "Let's go see Heaven now."
St. Peter takes him to the section of Heaven reserved for authors, where he sees a smoke-filled room full of people chained to typewriters with red-hot keys, typing furiously under the flaming nail-studded whips of demon editors.
"This is as bad as Hell!" he yells.
"Not quite," answers St. Peter. "Here, your work gets published."
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