One night a fellow drove his secretary home after she had imbibed a little too much at an office reception.
Although this was an innocent gesture, he decided not to mention it to his wife, who tended to get jealous easily.
The next night the man and his wife were driving to a res- taurant. Suddenly he looked down and spotted a high-heel shoe half hidden under the passenger seat. Not wanting to be conspicuous, he waited until his wife was looking out her window before he scooped up the shoe and tossed it out of the car.
With a sigh of relief, he pulled into the restaurant parking lot. That’s when he noticed his wife squirming around in her seat.
“Honey,” she asked, “have you seen my other shoe?”
Three men meet at the gate of heaven at the same time.
St. Peter comes out and asks them one by one how they lost their lives.
The first man says: “I thought I had a wonderful life. I had a beautiful wife and we had a lovely place on the 22th floor of an apartment building. I came home from work early today, and I found my wife on the bed and another man’s clothes on the floor. So of course I started looking for the bastard who slept with my wife.
She insisted that there was nobody else in the apartment. I searched everywhere, looked into every wardrobe, checked under every table but did not find anybody. Then I went to the balcony to have a smoke and cool down. When I got out I saw the man outside the balcony, clinging to the railing. I took off my shoe and hit him on his hands till he fell down. When I looked down to see if he was dead I saw that he had managed to grab a balcony railing of an apartment on the 18th floor. I got so mad, I went and grapped our fridge to throw it down on him to finish it up. But then my leg got entangled with the cable of the fridge and as the fridge was falling it dragged me down with it – that´s how I died.”
The second man says: “I was a window cleaner. Today I had a job at a highrise. When I was cleaning a window on the 25th floor I lost my balance and fell down. As I was falling, I was able to grab a balcony railing but the next moment a man appeared and hit me on my hands with his shoe. I lost my grip and fell again but was again able to hold on to a balcony railing. The last things I saw in my life were a fridge and the man flying toward me.
The third man says: “Alright, picture this. You just got finished banging some dude’s wife. He comes home. You hide in the refrigerator.”
