| Pronounced as one letter, but look and you’ll see that really I’m written with three. I’m read from both ends, the same either way.
What am I? |
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| My voice rises above the din, sometimes catching all unaware. I never ask questions yet get many answers. |
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A woman dies and goes to heaven. As St. Peter is processing her, she hears a woman screaming in pain. She looks in the room and sees them drilling holes in the woman’s shoulders to fasten the wings. Then she hears a man screaming and sees them drilling holes in his head to fasten the halo.
“I do not want to go to heaven,” she tells St. Peter. “I’ll go to the other place.” “You don’t want to go there,” he replies. “They rape and sodomize you down there.” “I don’t care,” she answers. “At least I already have holes for that.”
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