>
> The day finally arrived: Forrest Gump dies and goes to Heaven. He is
> at the Pearly Gates, met by St. Peter himself. However, the gates are
> closed and Forrest approaches the Gatekeeper.
>
> St. Peter says, "Well, Forrest, it's certainly good to see
> you. We have heard a lot about you. I must inform you that the place is
> filling up fast, and we've been administering an entrance examination
> for everyone. The tests are short, but you have to pass them before you
> can get into Heaven"
>
> Forrest responds, "It shor is good to be here St. Peter, sir. But nobody
> ever tolt me about any entrance exam. Shor hope the test ain't too hard;
> life was a big enough test as it was."
>
> St. Peter goes on, "Yes, I know, Forrest, but the test is only three
> questions. Here is the first one: What days of the week begin with the
> letter T? Second: How many seconds are there in a year? Third: What is
> God's first name?"
>
> Forrest leaves to think the questions over. He returns the next day and
> sees St. Peter who waves him up and says, "Now that you have had a
> chance to think the questions over, tell me your answers."
> Forrest says, "Well, the first one -- how many days in the week begin
> with the letter "T"? Shucks, that one's easy. That'd be Today and
> Tomorrow."
>
> The Saint's eyes open wide and he exclaims, "Forrest, that's not what I
> was thinking, but ..... you do have a point, and I guess I didn't
> specify, so I'll give you credit for that answer." How about the next
> one?" asks St. Peter.
>
> "How many seconds in a year?"
> "Now that one's harder," says Forrest, "but I thunk and thunk about that
> and I guess the only answer can be twelve."
>
> Astounded, St. Peter says, "Twelve? Twelve? Forrest, how in
> Heaven's name could you come up with twelve seconds in a year?"
> Forest says "Shucks, there's gotta be twelve: January 2nd, February 2nd,
> March 2nd. . . .
> "Hold it," interrupts St. Peter. "I see where you're going with
> this, and I see your point, though that wasn't quite what I had in mind,
> but I'll have to give you credit for that one, too. Let's go on with the
> next and final question. Can you tell me God's first name"?
>
> "Sure" Forrest replied, "its Andy."
> "Andy?!" exclaimed an exasperated and frustrated St. Peter. "Ok, I can
> understand how you came up with your answers to my first two questions,
> but just how in the world did you come up with the name of Andy as the
> first name of God?"
>
> "Shucks, that was the easiest one of all," Forrest replied. "I
> learned it
> from the song. . . . "ANDY WALKS WITH ME, ANDY TALKS WITH ME, ANDY
> TELLS ME I AM HIS OWN. .
>
> St. Peter opened the Pearly Gates and said: "Run Forrest, run."
>
>
>
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