God is sitting around the heavens leafing through travel brochures, when St. Peter strolls along, "So God, are you thinking of taking a vacation?" "Yeah, but I can't decide where to go." "I heard Venus is nice around this time of year" "Nah, too stuffy... greenhouse effect and all" "How about Luna. I've heard they've got some great food..." "nope... good food, but no atmosphere" finally St. Peter suggests, "OK, how about that little blue-green job?, Earth" "Earth!," God exclaims, "last time I went there I knocked up this babe and haven't heard the last of it since!" (in all fairness, this was based on a similar joke found in one of the joke files on our aging DEC-20's)
(From the "Rest" of RHF)