So Ed McMahon, Farrah Fawcett and Michael Jackson go to heaven.
St. Peter is there to greet them at the pearly gates.
He says, “Welcome, celebrities. I am St. Peter. Please state your qualifications to gain entrance to the Lord's Everlasting Kingdom. I'm about to go on my lunch break, though, so Pope John Paul II will be considering your answers. Good luck.”
The Pope comes out from a gap in the clouds. “Well, let's get on with it.” he wheezes.
Farrah goes first. She tosses her blonde mane and smiles at the Pope. “Easy! I'm already an angel!”
Ed goes second. “Hi-yo, your Excellency. I just want you to know that I sold vegetable slicers on the Atlantic City boardwalk so that I could attend Catholic University in Washington.”
Finally, Michael steps forward. “I like to f*&k little boys.”
The Pope takes a moment to ponder their answers.
“All right, you're all in.”

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