After a night of heavy drinking, Bob went to bed beside his wife — but instead of waking up at home, he found himself at the Pearly Gates. St. Peter informed him he had died in his sleep. Desperate for another chance, Bob agreed to return to life — but only as a chicken.
Suddenly, he was on a farm, confused and covered in feathers. A rooster explained the strange pressure he felt meant he was about to lay an egg. Shocked but curious, Bob went along with it — and to his amazement, laid one egg, then another.
Just as he prepared to lay a third, he felt a sharp smack on his head.
“Bob! Wake up!” his wife yelled. “You’re drunk again and pooping in the bed!”