One day, a guy dies and finds himself
in hell. As he is wallowing in despair,
he has his first meeting with a demon.
Demon: Why so glum, chum?
Guy: What do you think? I'm in hell.
Demon: Hell's not so bad. We actually
have a lot of fun down here. You a drinkin'
man?
Guy: Sure, I love to drink.
Demon: Well, you're gonna love Mondays
then. On Mondays, that's all we do is drink.
Whiskey, tequila, guinness, wine coolers,
diet Cokes.... we drink till we throw up
and then we drink some more.
Guy: Gee, that sounds great.
Demon: You a smoker?
Guy: You better believe it.
Demon: All right! You're gonna love
Tuesdays. We get the finest cigars from
around the world and smoke our friggin'
lungs out. If you get cancer, it's okay...
you're already dead.
Guy: Golly!
Demon: I bet you like to gamble.
Guy: Yes, as a matter of fact I do.
Demon: Good, because Wednesday is gambling
day. Craps, blackjack, horse races, you name
it. We even opened up a pai gow poker table.
Guy: Gosh, I never played pai gow before....
Demon: Well now you can. You like to do drugs?
Guy: Yes, I love to do drugs. You don't mean...
Demon: That's right! Thursday is drug day. Help
yourself to a great big bowl of crack. Smoke a
doobie the size of a submarine. You can do all the
drugs you want, and if you overdose, it's okay...
you're already dead.
Guy: Neat! I never realized that hell was such
a swingin' place!
Demon: You gay?
Guy: Uh, no.
Demon: Oooh...you're gonna hate Fridays..... |
