Steve came home one night, blind drunk, crept into bed beside his wife and fell asleep. When he woke up he was in heaven outside the Pearly Gates.
St. Peter said to him, "Steve, I'm afraid you died in your sleep". Steve couldn't
believe it. He had so much to live for.
Steve begged St. Peter to send him back, but St.Peter said the only way this was possible was that he would go back as a chicken. After much thought and as long as he could be near his home, Steve agreed.
So Steve turns up on this farm and sure enough, he's a chicken. The cockerell rolls up and says, "Alright mate? You're new here aren't you?".
Steve says, "Yeah. Look, I don't know if it's nerves or what, but I've got a proper
bad gut ache, like I could just explode!"
The cockerell says, "You're ovulating. Have you never laid an egg?" Steve says no. The cockerell tells him to just relax and let it happen.
So, after a bit of discomfort, Steve lays an egg. Then another. Then another.
Soon he'd laid about half a dozen when he felt a big SMACK on the back of his head.......................it was his wife...
..."STEVE!! FUCKING WAKE UP YOU DIRTY CUNT,
YOU'RE SHITTING THE BED!!!"
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