He loved counting. Money in his pocket, countdown at the traffic signal, people on the street, computers in an office, books in the library etc. He even died at the hospital counting the drips and his heart beats. He was stopped at the common entrance to hell and heaven. Heaven decided he wasn’t fit to be there, as he had never done anything good to anyone. Hell had a similar argument. They wouldn’t take him in, as he had never done anything bad to others either. He sat outside all day counting the number of people entering hell and heaven.
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:):) good one!! and common entrance to hell and heaven? :P
i was for a moment reminded of a phase(which relapses/recurs sometimes :P)wherein i would try to make sense out of the vehicle registration numbers :P hope i would not end up being rejected at the common entrance :P
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