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Question: Two 90-year-old women, Rose and Barb, had been friends all of their lives.
When it was clear that Rose was dying, Barb visited her every day. One day
Barb said, "Rose, we both loved playing women's softball all our lives,
and we played in all through High School. Please do me one favor: when you
get to Heaven, somehow you must let me know if there's women's softball
there."
Rose looked up at Barb from her deathbed, "Barb, you've been my best
friend for many years. If it's at all possible, I'll do this favor for
you."
Shortly after that, Rose passed on.
At midnight a couple of nights later, Barb was awakened from a sound sleep
by a blinding flash of white light and a voice calling out to her, "Barb,
Barb."
"Who is it?" asked Barb, sitting up suddenly. "Who is it?"
"Barb -- it's me, Rose."
"You're not Rose. Rose just died."
"I'm telling you, it's me, Rose," insisted the voice.
"Rose! Where are you?"
"In Heaven," replied Rose. "I have some really good news and a little bad
news."
"Tell me the good news first," said Barb.
"The good news," Rose said, "is that there's softball in Heaven. Better
yet, all of our old buddies who died before us are here, too. Better than
that, we're all young again. Better still, it's always springtime, and it
never rains or snows. And best of all, we can play softball all we want,
and we never get tired."
"That's fantastic," said Barb.. "It's beyond my wildest dreams! So what's
the bad news?"
"You're pitching Tuesday."
Answers: Two 90-year-old women, Rose and Barb, had been friends all of their lives.
When it was clear that Rose was dying, Barb visited her every day. One day
Barb said, "Rose, we both loved playing women's softball all our lives,
and we played in all through High School. Please do me one favor: when you
get to Heaven, somehow you must let me know if there's women's softball
there."
Rose looked up at Barb from her deathbed, "Barb, you've been my best
friend for many years. If it's at all possible, I'll do this favor for
you."
Shortly after that, Rose passed on.
At midnight a couple of nights later, Barb was awakened from a sound sleep
by a blinding flash of white light and a voice calling out to her, "Barb,
Barb."
"Who is it?" asked Barb, sitting up suddenly. "Who is it?"
"Barb -- it's me, Rose."
"You're not Rose. Rose just died."
"I'm telling you, it's me, Rose," insisted the voice.
"Rose! Where are you?"
"In Heaven," replied Rose. "I have some really good news and a little bad
news."
"Tell me the good news first," said Barb.
"The good news," Rose said, "is that there's softball in Heaven. Better
yet, all of our old buddies who died before us are here, too. Better than
that, we're all young again. Better still, it's always springtime, and it
never rains or snows. And best of all, we can play softball all we want,
and we never get tired."
"That's fantastic," said Barb.. "It's beyond my wildest dreams! So what's
the bad news?"
"You're pitching Tuesday."
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foreshadowing
(just some vocab for u)
maybe not but still
ur future through a line up
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funny
grim but funny
my answer it's real as in real totally funny!!!