A woman who was near death insisted she be buried with her stamps.
As she passed away, she saw a white light and followed it until she found herself in a mystical place, surrounded by men and women who wandered about admiring all kinds of paper-beautiful paper on shelves stretching as far as the eye could see-and all the rubber stamps one could imagine.
Overjoyed, the woman turned to a lady who was running her hands with pleasure over a rich and costly paper and said: "This is a wonderful place! Is it Heaven?"
The lady replied, "No this is HELL. There aren't any ink pads.”
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2 comments:
Funny you should post this today...my challenge for today is to use not only NO STAMPS, but also NO INKS...so maybe I am trying to put you all through hell??? (insert evil cackle)
Funny! Yes, that would be my version of hell. Tim's version would probably be trout-stocked lakes, with no fishing poles. :)
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