Laugh at the Midget

A strolling midget was run over by a bridge truck. When the truck driver and onlookers stopped laughing, they phoned 911. When the 911 operator stopped laughing, she notified an ambulance. When the ambulance driver stopped laughing, he sped over to the site. When the doctors stopped laughing, they performed emergency surgery. When the parents stopped laughing, they sat in the waiting room.

And through all this laughing, the midget lay dying, dying, dead.

When the undertaker stopped laughing, he conducted the funeral arrangements. When the priest stopped laughing, he consecrated the body. When the mourners stopped laughing, they wept. When the maggots stopped laughing, they had a tiny feast. When Jesus stopped laughing, he flung the midget to the devil. When the devil stopped laughing, he drove his pitchfork right up the midget’s behind. Then the devil went and laughed some more. If you listen very closely, you can still hear his booming chuckles. But you’ll have to stop laughing first.