Having arrived at Heaven's Gates, Barrack meets a bearded man. 'Are you Mohammed?' he asks.
'No, my son; I am Peter. Mohammed is higher up...' Peter then points to a ladder that rises into the clouds.

Delighted Mohammed should be higher than Peter, Obama climbs the ladder in great strides; through the clouds coming to a room where he meets another bearded man . He asks again, 'Are you Mohammed?'
'No, I am Moses. Mohammed is higher still ..'

Exhausted, but with a heart full of joy, he climbs the ladder yet again; discovering an even larger room where he meets another bearded man. Full of hope, he asks again, 'Are you Mohammed?'' No, I am Jesus . . . You will find Mohammed higher up .'

Mohammed higher than Jesus! Man! Obama can hardly contain his delight and climbs and climbs, ever higher.

Once again, he reaches a larger room where he meets a man with a beard and repeats his question: 'Are you Mohammed?' he gasps as he is, by now, totally out of breath from all his climbing. 'No, my son . . . . I am Almighty God. But, you look exhausted. Would you like a cup of coffee?

''Yes! Please, my Lord.'

God looks behind him, claps his hands and yells out: 'Yo, Mohammed - - two coffees!'

Having arrived at Heaven's Gates, Barrack meets a bearded man. 'Are you Mohammed?' he asks.
'No, my son; I am Peter. Mohammed is higher up...' Peter then points to a ladder that rises into the clouds.

Delighted Mohammed should be higher than Peter, Obama climbs the ladder in great strides; through the clouds coming to a room where he meets another bearded man . He asks again, 'Are you Mohammed?'
'No, I am Moses. Mohammed is higher still ..'

Exhausted, but with a heart full of joy, he climbs the ladder yet again; discovering an even larger room where he meets another bearded man. Full of hope, he asks again, 'Are you Mohammed?'' No, I am Jesus . . . You will find Mohammed higher up .'

Mohammed higher than Jesus! Man! Obama can hardly contain his delight and climbs and climbs, ever higher.

Once again, he reaches a larger room where he meets a man with a beard and repeats his question: 'Are you Mohammed?' he gasps as he is, by now, totally out of breath from all his climbing. 'No, my son . . . . I am Almighty God. But, you look exhausted. Would you like a cup of coffee?

''Yes! Please, my Lord.'

God looks behind him, claps his hands and yells out: 'Yo, Mohammed - - two coffees!'

OK, I didn't see that one coming :lol: