Two priests died at the same time and met St. Peter at the Pearly Gates. "Our computer’s down," said St. Peter. "You’ll have to go back for a week, but you can’t go back as priests. What’ll it be?"
The first priest said, "I’ve always wanted to be an eagle, soaring above the Rocky Mountains."
"So be it," said St. Peter, and off flew the first priest.
The second priest thought for a moment and asked, "Will any of this week count?"
"No," said St. Peter.
"Well," the priest said, "I’ve always wanted to be a stud."
"So be it," said St. Peter. A week later, the computer was fixed, and the Lord told St. Peter to recall the two priests. "Will you have any trouble locating them?" he asked.
"The first one should be easy," said St. Peter. "He’s somewhere over the Rockies, flying with the eagles. But the second one could prove more difficult."
"Why?" asked the Lord.
"He’s on a snow tire somewhere in northern Ontario," said St. Peter.