Chapter 12: The Refrigerator Joke

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Tryouts are today. I dismissed my suspicions regarding Ethan early this morning. He probably dropped something, came back to pick it up, and I had seen him walking back. Simple.

"No turning back now," says Logan at lunch, "Tryouts are at 1:00. You either go, or you don't-"

"-and you ARE going." says Talia.

"Are we really having this talk again? I'm doing it. You don't need to remind me again."

"I know, I know. I'm just excited. You are doing the refrigerator joke, right?"

"Maybe," I say, "but it might be too long."

Okay, I know the refrigerator joke has been mentioned a few times, and I haven't told it to you yet. I find it cruel that I have kept this joke from you, so here it is: my favorite joke. It's a long one, too.

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Three men died and went to Heaven. At the gates of Heaven sat St. Peter.

"If you wish to continue through these gates, into Heaven, you must tell me the story of your death. If I find it interesting, I shall let you in. If I do not, I shall not let you in." said St. Peter.

"Oh, boy, do I have a story to tell," says the first man, "I live on the 7th floor in my apartment complex. I was coming home early from work. I had been losing things often, and suspected that there may be a frequently visiting robber in my house. As I turned the key and walked inside, I saw a hand grab the bottom of my outside balcony. I walked over, realizing I'd caught the robber. I stomped on his hand and watched him fall. But he landed safely in a tree. He yelled at me to throw something down to him. I grabbed my refrigerator, and threw it at the tree. I then turned around to inspect the wires I had ripped out when grabbing the refrigerator, and I was electrocuted to death."

"Wow," said St. Peter, "that IS interesting. You may pass."

Then the second man began his story.

"You see, I am a gardener. I am very interested in planting trees, and I was doing so the day I died. I live on the 8th floor of my apartment complex, and I was there potting a plant, when it fell of the edge! I leaned over to grab it, but I fell off the edge, too! As I fell, I grabbed on to another balcony. I was still pretty high up. Then I heard a door slam, and a man came up to me. I thought I was saved! But the man just stomped only fingers! I fell, but landed safely in a tree. I yelled at the man to throw something to me to pull me up...and the idiot threw a refrigerator! I died when I was hit."

"Very interesting," said St. Peter, "You may pass."

The third man stepped up.

"Now, what's your story?" asked St. Peter.

The third man says "Well, I was hiding in this refrigerator..."

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