Brian came home from the pub late one Friday night just stinking drunk,as he often did, and crept into bed beside his wife who was already asleep. He gave his wife a peck on the cheek and fell asleep.
When he woke, he found a strange man standing at the end of his bed, wearing a long, flowing, white robe.
"Who the hell are you?", demanded Brian, "and what are you doing in my bedroom?!"
The mysterious man answered, "this is not your bedroom, and I'm St.Peter."
Brian was stunned."You mean I'm dead?! That can't be, I have so much to live for, I haven't said goodbye to my family! You've got to send me back straightaway."
St. Peter replied, "Yes, you can be reincarnated, but there is a catch. We can only send you back as a dog, or as a hen."
Brian was devastated, but knowing there was a farm not far from his house, he asked to be sent back as a hen.
A flash of light later he was covered in feathers and clucking around pecking the ground.
"This ain't so bad," he thought.
Then he felt this strange feeling welling up inside of him.
The farmyard rooster strolled up and said, "So you're the new hen. How are you enjoying your first day here?"
"It's not so bad," replied Brian, "but I have this strange feeling inside, like I'm about to explode."
"You're ovulating," explained the rooster, "don't tell me you've never laid an egg before?"
"Never!", replied Brian
"Well, just relax and let it happen." advised the rooster.
And so he did, and a few uncomfortable seconds later, an egg popped out from under his tail. An immense feeling of relief swept over him and his emotions got the better of him as he experienced motherhood for the first time. When he laid his second egg , the feeling of happiness was overwhelming, and he knew that being reincarnated as a hen was the best thing that ever happened to him... ever!
The joy kept coming and as he was just about to lay his third egg, he felt an enormous smack on the back of his head......and heard his wife shouting, "BRIAN, wake up you drunken bastard!You're SHITTING the bed!"
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Yeah, he shit the bed, but he should be more concerned about that dream. I mean, motherhood?What the hell does that say about Brian? Freud could probably tell you, but he's mainlining cocaine in hell.
I concur. He definately has some issues to work out.
Ovulating? He must have harbored some kinky thoughts and used his wife's sanitary pads that night! Urghhh...
He's totally a closet fag.
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