"But I have been good all my life and dedicated to the work of the Lord. From the time I was taken in as an infant by the sisters at the convent to my dying breath, I have lived for this moment!" Sister Margaret exclaimed in disbelief.
"That is just the problem. You never learned right from wrong and to get into heaven, you must know the difference between right and wrong," replied St. Peter.
"Well what can I do? I will do anything to get into heaven!" Sister Margaret pleaded.
"I am going to have to send you back down to Earth. When you get there, I want you to smoke a cigarette and call me when you are finished."
Sister Margaret returned to Earth, smoked a Camel, and then called St. Peter, coughing and hacking. "Saint Peter" she gasped, "I can hardly breathe, my mouth tastes terrible, my breath stinks, I feel dizzy, and I think I am going to throw up!"
"Good!" replied the old saint, "Now you are finally getting a feel for right
and wrong. Now go out tonight and drink some hard liquor and call me immediately."
Sister Margaret phoned St. Peter shortly after taking several belts of Jack Daniel's. "Saint Peter...I feel woozy...that vile liquid burned my throat and nauseated me...it is all I can do to keep it down."
"Good...good! Now you are starting to see the difference between right and wrong" said St. Peter with delight. "Tomorrow I want you to seek out a man and know him in the Biblical sense, then call me."
A week later, Sister Margaret called St. Peter and left a message:
"Pete? It's Peggy. It's gonna be a while!!!"
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