Here's your hilarious joke:

Diesel Fitter. Two men died and are in the queue to enter heaven. St Peter is out the front informing people of a change in entry policy. "Alright lads, there's been a bit of a shift in protocol. Due to the current economic climate, we can only let in people who are going to be useful around here. Anyone else is going to have to chill in limbo 'till it all sorts itself out." The first man approaches. "So what did you do before you so tragically passed on?" "Diesel Fitter" "Fantastic! We could definitely use use people like you up here. In you pop." The second man approaches. "And you? How did you earn a crust before your promotion to daisy-pusher?" "I was a panty-maker... I made ladies panties." "Oh... Not in much demand I'm afraid. Ladies don't wear panties in here. Looks like you're going to have to haunt an old building until we can let you in. We'll be in touch." "What! This is bullshit! At least I make the panties. You just let my employee in, and all he used to do was stick them on his head and yell - Dese 'll fit 'er!"

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