
“You know, it’s not your fault that the dog died. He’s probably up in heaven right now, having a grand old time with God.”
Susie, still crying, said “What would God want with a dead dog?”

A couple of minutes later, God walks in to get a beer. He sees the guys and decides to have compassion on them.
He touches the blind guy on the forehead, and his sight is restored.
He touches the man in the wheelchair and the guy jumps up and walks away.
He walks to the Democrat and the guy yells, ‘Whoa, God! I’m on workman’s comp!’