^9/10. Hilarious...
Prepare for a long one:
Dusk is falling over the Gates to Heaven and St. Peter is ready to leave for the night, after taking care of one more poor soul. But in few seconds, three men appears outside the gate, and St. Peter fails to see who arrived first. He turns to them, then says:
"Welcome. You see, I'm closing for the evening, but I shall let one of you through. Yes, only one, there's a fair amount of paperwork to do for each of you, and there's a football game I'd like to see in half an hour. Each of you can sum up the events that lead you here, and the poorest of you will pass today. I'll start with you. Come over here..."
The first guy tells his story:
"Well, you see, for some time now, I have suspected that my wife is seeing another man while I'm at work. So today I decided to leave work early to see if this was true. And yes, when I came home, I found a set of clothes and a pair of shoes that was neither mine nor my wife's. In fury, I searched the entire apartment... yes, I should have told you. I live in an apartment on 40th floor of a building... anyway, I didn't find anyone but my wife who was babbling excuses about burglars and stuff...
Well, at last, I decided to rest on my bed to think, and found the bedroom window open. When I looked out of the window, I saw a man wearing only boxershorts, dangling from my windowsill.
'Aha!', I thought and decided to push the man down. But he was stronger than I expected, and held on even though I hammered his hands for several minutes.
So I rushed out to the kitchen and took the biggest knife I found. Then I went back to the windowsill. and started to cut off his fingers. He finally let go. But the lucky bastard landed in some shrubs, and I realised that he was alive when he waved at me. So I went out to the kitchen again, took the refridgerator and threw it on the man who had insulted my wife.
But upon seeing my crying wife, the blood on the pavement and the remains of the refridgerator, I realised that I had done something unforgivable. So I said goodbye to my wife and jumped. And I intentionally missed the bushes..."
"Ah", St. Peter says."You shall come through today, but not here, I'm afraid. Just leap off that edge over there and my friend Hades will take care of you... NEXT!"
The second guy tells his story:
"You see, I'm a bit of a sleepy guy. I work nightshift, so I usually don't get up until one PM. And today was no exception. But, you see, to convince myself that I'm not that lazy, the first thing I do in the morning is to go out on the veranda... yes, you see, I live in an appartment on the 50th floor of a building... and do my morning excersises. But today it was unusually windy and cold. Still, I stood there freezing in my boxershorts, and jumped up and down as usual. Suddenly, a strong gust came from nowhere, and I realised that I had fallen off the veranda. I turned around and clinged tight on to the first windowsill I passed on my way down. Then I started screaming for help. But the guy in the apartment whose window I was hanging from, didn't hear me. He sounded furious, and was making quite a noise. So naturally, my voice failed me after a few minutes.
But suddenly, the man appears at the window, still in a fury. 'Finally, he's going to rescue me!', I thought happily.
I was unable to utter a word to thank, but the man all of a sudden starts pummeling my hands. But I'm stronger than you'd expect, and held on for several minutes. Then he disappeared, and I thought: 'He's going for help!', just before he reappeared with a large knife. And he started cutting my fingers off, and I let go. My life isn't worth living without fingers.
But, thank your boss, I landed in some shrubs, and I survived. I smiled and waved to the guy leaning out of the window 40 floors above me. He disappeared again, and I thought: 'He's going to call an ambulance!'. Then all of a sudden I saw a refridgerator coming towards me, and... now I'm here...
"Poor guy", St.Peter thinks. "He'll get in for sure, but I'll still listen to the third guy's story. While Man.U is warming up... NEXT!"
The third guy tells his story:
"St. Peter, how do you think it is like sitting, wearing only boxershorts, in a refridgerator that is thrown out from the 40th floor?"