One fine day in Heaven, god is talking to St. Peter.
"I really need a holiday. But I don't know where to go!"
"You could go to Mars, I suppose," St. Peter suggests.
"No. Too damned cold and lifeless!" says god.
"How about Venus?"
"Too hot!"
St. Peter thinks for a few minutes and then says, "You could always go to Earth."
"Oh, no!" says god, "I went there once a couple of thousand years ago. You know what? Bang ONE Jewish chick and the bastards are still talking about it!"
"I really need a holiday. But I don't know where to go!"
"You could go to Mars, I suppose," St. Peter suggests.
"No. Too damned cold and lifeless!" says god.
"How about Venus?"
"Too hot!"
St. Peter thinks for a few minutes and then says, "You could always go to Earth."
"Oh, no!" says god, "I went there once a couple of thousand years ago. You know what? Bang ONE Jewish chick and the bastards are still talking about it!"
Dying to live, living to die.