>Queen Elizabeth and Dolly Parton die on the same day, and they both go
>before the angel to find out if they'll be admitted to heaven.
>
>Unfortunately, there's only one space left that day, so the angel must
>decide
>which of them gets in. The angel asks Dolly if there's some particular
>reason why she should go to heaven, whereupon she takes off her top and
>says, "Look
>at these. They're the most perfect breasts God ever created, and I'm sure
>it
>WILL please God to be able to see them every day for eternity."
>
>The angel thanks Dolly, and asks Her Majesty the same question. The Queen
>drops her skirt and panties, takes a bottle of Perrier out of her purse,
>shakes
>it up, and douches with it. The angel says, "OK, your Majesty, you may go
>in."
>
>Dolly is outraged.... "What was that all about? I show you two of God's
>own
>perfect creations and you turn me down. She performs a rude act of hygiene
>and
>she gets in. Would you explain that to me?"
>
>"Sorry Dolly," says the angel, "but even in heaven, a royal flush beats a
>pair, no matter how big they are