A private plane was flying down to Acapulco with three passengers on board.

A hippy, who was on a mission to buy some of the best weed he had ever had before.

The Pope, who was on a mission to save the souls of the population of the country.

AND Bill Gates, who was on a mission to dupe some poor Mexican out of some software.

The pilot appeared in the cabin and announced that the engine had developed a fault and the plane might have to be ditched. Unfortunately, the plane only carried three parachutes.

The pilot argued that since he was to stay onboard last, that he should have one, which he lifted and went back to the cockpit.

The Pope said that because he was there to save the souls of many people he should have a parachute. On second thoughts he said that under the circumstances, the hippy should have the parachute.

Bill Gates said, that since he was the brains of the world, he should have a parachute. He jumped forward, grabbed a parachute, pulled the straps around his shoulders and jumped out through the open doorway.

The hippy turned to the Pope and said, "Here you are your Holiness, one parachute each." The Pople looked back in amazement. The hippy went on, "The Brains of the World has just jumped out of the plane, wearing my rucksack."