bisag second floor lang, mamiligro na bisan kinsa. pareha ba atong laki nga nagdalig ambak kay niabot ug kalit ang bana sa baye. ang nakaporke kay gilabay siyag refigerator sa bana. pero duhay dedbol. laing laki diha diay sa sulod sa refrigerator. ambot ning istoryaha uy ug sakto ba.
Not bad. Pero dili kompleto ang estorya. Here's a version I like:
Three guys died and went to heaven. St. Peter said, "Listen - we're having a really busy century, so we need to manage admissions tightly. Right now we can only admit people who have died in horrible fashions, and those who have died in a more mundane way will have to wait in limbo, and it could take a decade or two to work you in." So, St. Peter took each of the three men aside in turn and asked them about how they died.
First man: "I'd been suspecting for a long time that my wife was cheating on me. I decided to come home early from work one afternoon to see if I could catch her in the act. When I got back to my apartment, I heard the water running. My wife was in the shower. I looked everywhere for the guy, but couldn't find anyone or any trace that he had been there. The last place I looked was out on the balcony.
I found the bastard hanging from the edge, trying to get back in! So I started jumping up and down on his hands, and he yelled, but he didn't fall. So I ran inside and got a hammer, and crushed his fingers with it until he fell twenty-five floors screaming in agony. But the fall didn't kill the asshol
ɘ. He landed in some bushes! So I went to the kitchen and dragged the refrigerator--which weighed a ton--to the balcony, and hurled it over the edge. It landed right on the jerk and killed him. But then I felt so horrible about what I had done, I went back into the bedroom and shot myself."
St. Peter nodded slowly as the man recounted the story. Then, telling the first man to wait, he took the second aside.
Second man: "I lived on the twenty-seventh floor of this apartment building. I had just purchased this book on morning exercises and was practicing them on my balcony, enjoying the sunshine. Then I lost my balance and fell off the edge. Luckily, I only fell about two floors before grabbing another balcony and holding on for dear life. I was trying to pull myself up when this guy came running out onto what must have been his balcony and started jumping up and down on my hands. I screamed in pain, but he seemed really furious. When he finally stopped, I tried to pull myself up again, but he came out with a hammer and smashed my fingers to a pulp! I fell, and thought I was dead, but I landed in some bushes. I couldn't believe my second stroke of luck, but it didn't last. The last thing I saw was this enormous refrigerator falling from the building down on top of me and crushing me to death."
St. Peter comforted the man, who seemed to have several broken bones. Then he told him to wait, and turned to the third man.
Third man: "Picture this. You're hiding, naked, in a refrigerator..."
Bwahaha!
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