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by bofa xesjum

archibald adams was an aspiring artist who painted two thousand pictures in his lifetime but never sold one. when he died he took his paintings with him. he found four other people seated in the waiting room of eternity. there was also a desk in the waiting room but nobody was seated at it. the four persons were the archangel gabriel, the archangel michael, aristotle, and margaret thatcher. archibald took a seat , with his paintings on his lap. say, he said, while we are waiting, would you fellows mind looking at my paintings and tell me why you think i could never sell any of them? none of the four looked too excited, but they all nodded, and began handing the paintings around to each other. they lack dramatic tension, the archangel gabriel noted. not enough sex, said the archangel michael. dull colors, and no perspective, added aristotle. just then the door to eternity opened. archibald had been expecting st peter, but judas iscariot entered instead. he did not kiss anybody, but took his seat at the desk. all right, judas said, let’s get this party started. then the door behind archibald opened and attila the hun came in. what, were you guys going to start without me? attila asked. it is no big biggie, buck, just relax, said margaret thatcher. archibald was amazed. it had never occurred to him that attila the hun’s friends called him “buck.”