May 292013

Rubber ChickenHarry Reid died and went on to the Great Beyond.

As he approached the great gate, he noticed that the terrain was bare with no greenery. He remarked to the gate keeper, “Howdy Saint Peter. Say, this looks just like Nevada.”

“The gatekeeper replied, “First of all, I’m not Saint Peter…and second, you really don’t know where you are at all, do you?”



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