The Centaur
       

I was ordered to go to hell after I died. When I arrived, I found a large centaur with a shotgun guarding the entrance. "I've been ordered to go to hell," I said. "Yes, license, please," the centaur said. "What license?" I said, "I'm naked." "After you died, didn't you see a Mr. Jay Williamson at registration?" the centaur asked. "Yes, he ordered me to come here." "Didn't he give you an ID card and chewing gum?" he said. "No, just chewing gum." "Well, you'll have to go back and get proper identification. There isn't much we can do without that license," he said. "This is very inconvenient, and, frankly, unprofessional," I said. "Next in line!" the centaur said.

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