After a long day Johnny went to bed.

He kissed his wife on the cheek and closed his eyes, now sleeping.
Suddenly he woke up with a quiver and saw a beardy old man with a cowl beside him.
"Who are you and what the hell are you doing in my bedroom?" he screamed.
"We are no longer in your bedroom." "I'm saint peter and you are in heaven, Johnny."
"What? I'm dead? But I'm too young to die!" "If I'm dead, I demand you to take me back!" Said Johnny.
Saint Peter scratched his beard.
"It's not that easy. There's going to be a lot of paper work if we're going to
send anyone back... But sure. You can go back, but only as either a fish or a hen."
Johnny never liked swimming, his only option was the hen, and after all, the though of being one wasn't too bad according to him. If he can find another nice rooster he may as well have a good life.
"I want to be a hen." He said.
As in a blink of an eye Johnny was in a chicken farm, feathered
and neighbouring. Everything seemed fine except he had a
celestial pressure in his ass. He saw the farm rooster running towards him.
"Hey, you must be the new hen. What's up? Asked the farm rooster.
"Hello! I'm fine, but I feel an immense pain in my ass." said Johan.
"That's the ovulation... You've never had an egg, right?"
"Nope, so... how do I do it?"
"Just cackle twice and then squeeze." Said the rooster.
Johnny cackled twice and pinched. Bam, there was the egg
lying on the ground. Wow, though Johnny. This was cool.
He cackled again and pinched, another egg!
The third time he cackled he heard his wife crying, "Wake up
for gods sake, you are shitting down the entire bed!"
**Moral of story: Don't trust anything just cause a hefty rooster
said something.**

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