Ray came home one night from a long day at work, slid into bed beside his sleeping wife, and fell into a deep slumber.
He awoke before the Pearly Gates, where St. Peter said, âYou died in your sleep, Ray.â
Ray was stunned âIâm dead? No, I canât be! Iâve got too much to live for send me back!â
St. Peter said, âIâm sorry, but thereâs only one way you can go back, and that is as a chicken.â
Ray was devastated, but begged St. Peter to send him to a farm near his home.
The next thing he knew, he was covered with feathers, clucking and pecking the ground.
A rooster strolled past âso, youâre the new hen, huh? Howâs your first day here?â
âNot bad,â replied Ray the hen, âbut I have this strange feeling inside like Iâm gonna explode!â
âYouâre ovulating,â explained the rooster donât tell me youâve never laid an egg before?â
âNever,â said Ray.
âWell, just relax and let it happen,â says the rooster Itâs no big deal.
He did, and a few uncomfortable seconds later, out popped an egg!
He was overcome with emotion as he experienced motherhood.
He soon laid another egg â his joy was overwhelming.
As he was about to lay his third egg, he felt a smack on the back of his head, and heard.
âRay, wake up! You shit on the bed!â