An attorney, (all good jokes should use attorneys as the nub) was relegated to Hell, and dispatched immediately to Admissions and New Arrivals. His escort, an ernest underling resplendent in red satin, was explaining policy, as well as benefits, (no layoffs, position security, health maintenance, etc.) when they approached a spacious well appointed room which for all practical purposes was an Olympic sized swimming pool. The pool was packed, and it was obvious to the attorney that this gathering included many from his profession and of high societal standing. The pool was not deep, actually about waist high for the participants, who oddly enough were all smoking; cigars, pipes cigarettes, etc., all while chatting merrily.
The only upsetting feature, upon closer observation and through sensory confirmation, was that the pool was, filled with fetid excrement.
Being pragmatic regarding his new surroundings, the attorney concluded that this was not all bad, given the circumstances, and the pool participants seemed a happy group. So being the new kid on the block, the attorney didn't wish to offend his new aquaintances so he nimbly lowered himself into the stench ridden pool, and was readily welcomed, and given a fine cuban cigar and a light.
He quickly recognized a few former colleagues, and began a conversation outlining the stretegy he would use to make the best of his new surroundings. Other than a strong desire wishing that his sense of smell might be better if less efficient, he adjudged his lot as not as bad as he originally perceived.
Then the room lights began to flicker and a loud siren like noise began to wail, followed by a thundering booming voice which intoned..
"Ladies and gentlemen, breaks time is over, back on your knees"
(the above borrowed from another thread)
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