as Safron and Moonchild, 2 childhood sweethearts arrive at the Pearly gates St.Peter's there with his big book. He calls Moonchild over: You've been a very good hippy spreading peace and love, it's cloud number 6 for you...and ushers him in. Next he calls over Safron: You have been a very naughty hippy, Safron. Taking drugs, sleeping with everyone, and worst of all you thoought peace and love was a load of shite....and he ushers her off to the highway to hell. Poor Moonchild sits on his cloud miserable and alone, and can't believe he'll spend eternity without his true love. One day Jesus is walking past his cloud and see's how truly sad Moonchild is. 'If you're a good hippy angel after a year and a day I will allow you to go down to hell to visit Safron...but be careful now; hell is a terrible place!' Overjoyed Moonchild spends everyday practising the harp, polishing his cloud and focusing on his flying lessons. A year soon passes and Jesus leads him to the big escalator down to hell. 'Take care Moonchild and remember you only have 24 hours'. As the escalator takes him down to the firey pits Moonchild scans the faces of the tormented until he see Safron waiting for him with a big smile on her face. The two lovers are happily reunited and Safron shows he lover around Hell. Casino's, nightclubs, free alcohol and drugs, free girls, no STD's, no hangovers, and endless money....Moonchild can't believe it. This is Hell? Safron even has her own strip club and the pair spend a wild night coked up and loved up - no shame, no guilt, no consequences. As dawn breaks Safron walks Moonchild back to the escalator and bids him a teary farewell and they promise to meet in a year and a day. When Moonchild gets back to heaven Jesus is there to meet him: How was it my son, was it difficult to witness such evil? Oh Yes, Jesus sir, such a bad, bad place. So aweful, says Moonchild hiding his smile. Well, says Jesus, off you go to harp lessons and say a hail Mary as you go......oh and by the way: Where is your harp? Moonchild suddenly realises the last time he saw it it was flattened under 6 dirty, fire-breathing whores last night. Ah well, says, Moonchild 'I left my harp in Safran's Disco'..........................
Get it? I left my heart in San Francisco...no? Ok, I'll apologise now and get my coat.
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