Here is a joke which is sure to get a groan. The jokes that make you groan are the most memorable. It's harder to remember the really funny ones.
Sam the clam and Harry the oyster were great friends all of their lives but one day they both died and went to be judged by St. Peter. St. Peter looked through the book of life and found Harry the oyster's name and allowed him into heaven. Sam the clam wasn't that lucky.
"Sorry Sam", St. Peter said, "I can't let you in here. You will have to take that elevator there straight to the hell."
Sam the clam said he understood and left on the elevator.
A couple of months pass and while Harry the oyster was really enjoying his time in heaven, he really missed his friend Sam so he went to St. Peter and asked if he could go visit him. St. Peter was sypathetic and told him that he could, but he would have to carry a harp as a pass and return by midnight with the harp or he would not be able to return.
Harry agreed to the terms and headed off to the elevator with the harp. He pressed the down button and waited as the elevator made its slow decent to the lower depths. Finally having arrived, he exited the elevator and walked out along the dismal streets in search of his friend. He stopped by one lost soul who was huddled next to a building and asked if he knew Sam the clam.
"Oh yes, he has done very well for himself here", said the soul, "He owns the disco down the street. It's the most popular one around."
Harry oyster went down the street pointed out to him and soon came upon this disco which had a large neon sign which read, "Sam The Clams Disco."
Harry went inside and found Sam. Sam was holding a beer and and offered Harry a drink. They talked for hours and went over old times and all of the good times they had. Harry lost track of time and before he knew it, it was 11 o'clock. Harry explained the situation to Sam and excused himself. He raced back to the elevator and pressed up. He finally arrived back at the gates of heaven just in the nick of time.
"I can't let you back in here", said St. Peter, "You don't have the harp."
"But St. Peter", pleaded Harry the oyster, "You don't understand. I left my harp in Sam clams disco." (I left my heart in San Francisco) |
