One day the angels are sitting in heaven mumbling to themselves. God was in a very bad mood. He would fly off the handle at the slightest provocation. They were worried about him, and at the same time getting fed up with it.
Gabriel decided that he must do something, so he approached God cautiously.
"What?" God snapped.
"My Lord, we are worried about you. You seem a little stressed out."
"Oh, really, you think so?" God retorted.
Gabriel took the verbal assault in stride. "Have you considered taking a vacation, Lord?"
God stops and perks up, "A vacation? No, I hadn't thought of that. Where should I go?"
Gabriel stops to ponder this a moment then suggests, "Mercury?"
"No, too hot and I don't have any SPF3000 sunblock."
Gabriel ponders some more, "Pluto?"
God smacks Gabriel on the back of the head, "Other extreme."
"Venus?"
"No, the atmosphere gives me gas."
"Mars?"
"No, those little green men give me the willies."
"Earth?"
God jumps up and is visibly shaken by the suggestion. After a moment or two he finally replies, "No way. Last time I was there, I got some chick pregnant and they are still talking about it."