There is no need to find any esoteric meaning in jokes. They are simple. But it is difficult to accept any simple thing.
Pope John Paul II of Rome is arriving at Heaven's door. St. Peter opens, asks for his name and shakes his head, "Never heard."
'So go to God-father, he will recognize me," the Pope demanded.
Off St. Peter went. "Hey Boss, do you know a man called Pope John Paul II of Rome?"
"Never heard of him," is God-father's answer.
Peter, back at Heaven's door: "He doesn't know you."
"So go and ask Jesus."
St. Peter, already a little impatient, went off again: "Hey Junior, do you know a man called Pope John Paul II of Rome?"
Junior: "Never heard, never seen him."
Off St. Peter went to tell the desperate Pope the message." Do me a last favour," said the Pope, "ask the Holy Ghost."
Peter sighed and back in Heaven he called the Holy Ghost: "Hello Smoky, do you know Pope John Paul II of Rome?"
Smoky, murmuring: "Pope John Paul, Pope John Paul II of Rome... send him to Hell! That's the guy who told that dirty story about Mary and me!"
This was the man who invented the story of how Mary became pregnant -- without ever being in love with any man. There are PUNDITS and scholars, but remember: nobody will recognize you at Heaven's gate.
Theories are just futile, but the mind craves and the mind wants to spin -- around anything!
A man was making love to a woman on the sea beach. And then the policeman came and said, "Are you mad or something? She is dead! What are you doing?"
He said, "My God! I thought she was Indian!"
The Indian woman has to just be there, not doing anything. She has not to show any signs of joy. If a woman really becomes orgasmic she will wake up the whole neighbourhood!