This one is less clean but still PGish.
A philosopher, mathmetition and redneck all meet up at the pearly gates. St Peter tells them that heaven is getting rather full, and that in order to get in they need to ask him a question that he cannot answer.
The Philosopher asks what the meaning of life is, which St Peter answers correctly and he wanders off in purgatory or wherever. The Mathemetition asks what the 4,325th number in the PI sequence is. Without thought St. Peter answers him. Frustrated, he wanders off.
The redneck steps up. St Peter looks at him and waits for him to ask his question. The redneck thinks for a minute and then says "Git me a chair." St. Peter being intrigued, snaps his fingers and an large wooden chair appears in front of the redneck. "Now drill seventy four holes in the seat of the chair." says the redneck. Another finger snap and the chair seat is filled with holes of various sizes.
The redneck then sits down on the chair. Scootches around for a minute, then rips a terribly loud fart. He then gets up and asks "Which hole did I fart through?"
St. Peter looks at the chair thoughtfully for a few minutes, then points toward one of the holes and says "This one."
The redneck, then replies, "Nope, I farted out my butt-hole, now lemme in."
A philosopher, mathmetition and redneck all meet up at the pearly gates. St Peter tells them that heaven is getting rather full, and that in order to get in they need to ask him a question that he cannot answer.
The Philosopher asks what the meaning of life is, which St Peter answers correctly and he wanders off in purgatory or wherever. The Mathemetition asks what the 4,325th number in the PI sequence is. Without thought St. Peter answers him. Frustrated, he wanders off.
The redneck steps up. St Peter looks at him and waits for him to ask his question. The redneck thinks for a minute and then says "Git me a chair." St. Peter being intrigued, snaps his fingers and an large wooden chair appears in front of the redneck. "Now drill seventy four holes in the seat of the chair." says the redneck. Another finger snap and the chair seat is filled with holes of various sizes.
The redneck then sits down on the chair. Scootches around for a minute, then rips a terribly loud fart. He then gets up and asks "Which hole did I fart through?"
St. Peter looks at the chair thoughtfully for a few minutes, then points toward one of the holes and says "This one."
The redneck, then replies, "Nope, I farted out my butt-hole, now lemme in."