**OT**
>Some day, a long time from now, President Clinton finishes his time on
>earth and approaches the Pearly Gates of Heaven. "And who might you
>be?" inquires St. Peter.
>"It's me, Bill Clinton, formerly President of the United States and
>leader of the free world."
>"Oh, Mr. President, what may I do for you?" asks St. Peter.
>"I'd like to come in," replies Clinton.
>"Sure, but first you have to confess your sins. What bad things have
>you done in your life?"
>Clinton bites his lower lip and answers. "Well, I tried Marijuana, but
>you can't call it 'doing drugs' because I didn't inhale. There were
>many inappropriate extramarital relationships, but you can't call it
>'adultery' because I didn't achieve full 'sexual relations,' And I
>made some statements that were misleading but legally accurate - you
>can't call it 'bearing false witness' because as far as I know, it
>didn't meet the legal standard of perjury.
>With that, St. Peter consults the book of life briefly and declares,
>"OK, here's the deal. We'll send you somewhere hot, but we won't call
>it 'Hell.' You'll be there indefinitely, but we won't call it
>'eternity,' and when you enter you don't have to 'abandon all hope,'
>just don't hold your breath waiting for it to freeze over.
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