God was tired and worn out. So he spoke to St. Peter.
âYou know, I need a vacation. Got any suggestions where I should go?â
St. Peter, thinking, nodded his head, then said, âHow about Jupiter? Itâs nice and warm there this time of the year.â
God shook His head before saying, âNo, too much gravity. You know how that hurts my back.â
âHmmm,â St. Peter reflected. âWell, how about Mercury?â
âNo way!â God muttered. âItâs way too hot for me there!â
âIâve got it,â St. Peter said, his face lighting up. âHow about going down to Earth for your vacation?â
Chuckling, God remarked, âAre you kidding? Two thousand years ago I went there, had an affair with some nice Jewish girl, and theyâre STILL talking about it!â