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Lawyers in Heaven

Are there lawyers in heaven? who sells fish in a Seven-Eleven? How do you prove guilt or innocence, with the devil conspicuous in his absence? Are there barbers or pastors in Heaven? Until the End-of-Days, it is unproven; If we are to do some speculation, Better to do more charitable donations. But one profession, I quite understand, whether in hell or God's Disneyland, that will not make a good living; that's doing double entry accounting. So where do accountants go, you ask; now you really need an oxygen mask; In hell, in heaven, or anywhere you look, there's just no place to cook the books. Someone may now ask about exorcists, I hate to answer, but I just can't resist; ask your grandma or grandpa, they are in a real big dilemma. In heaven, no demons to trouble you, In hell, there are more than quite a few; In heaven, all are good, so no originality, In hell, who works for nothing for Eternity?
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Nov 13, 2010
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