One night the Pope is saying his bedtime prayers when God Himself comes down from heaven to listen to them.
Then sitting on the Pope's bed, He says, "Listen, you've been a such good Pope and devoted follower that I'm going to grant you any wish you'd like."
The Pope is overcome with emotion, and for a little while he can't think of anything to say, but then he confesses to one thing that really gets to him. "As you know God," he says, "I'm very attached to my country of origin. And one thing that really irritates me sometimes is all those stupid Polish Jokes."
"No problem," says God magnanimously. "From this moment on, there shall be no more Polish jokes." Smiling, he says, "Listen, I have to be getting back to heaven, but before I take off, is there anything else I can do?"
The Pope thinks and thinks, finally comes out with it. "Abolish M & M's," he pronounces.
"M & M's?" says God. "Gee, I've always thought they were harmless enough, melting in your mouth and all ... but I'll be glad to abolish them if it really means a lot to you."
"Well you see," says the Pope, "I'm not getting any younger and it's getting harder and harder to peel them." |
