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A flea died and went to heaven. St. Peter met it at the gate and asked how it would like to spend the rest of eternity.
“On Willie Nelson’s beard,” the flea answered without hesitation.
“So be it,” said St. Peter, and it was done. A few weeks later he ran into the flea and asked how he was doing.
“I made a terrible mistake,” said the flea. “I get woke up in the middle of the night drenched with beer, I hear foul language all the time, and I keep getting woozy with some white powder that flies around. It’s Hell, St. Peter, I’m miserable!”
“Well, then, is there anyplace else you might like to spend the rest of eternity?”
“Yes, St. Peter, I’ve thought about it, and I’ve decided I want to spend the rest of eternity in Dolly Parton’s b___.”
“It is done,” said St. Peter. A few weeks later he checked up on the flea again and asked if the new choice was working out.
“Well, it’s kind of strange,” the flea said. “You see, there was this big party. There was lots of singing and dancing, I got bounced around a lot, and there was this weird smoke in the air that made me dizzy. There were hands all over me, and I don’t quite remember all that happened, but would you believe it? I’m back in Willie Nelson’s beard!”