Smoky
10-09-2006, 08:03 AM
Jesse Jackson has a heart attack and dies.
He immediately goes to hell, where the devil is waiting for him.
"I don''t know what to do here" says the devil. "You are on my list, but I
have no room for you. You definitely have to stay here, so I'll tell you
what I''m going to do.
I've got a couple of folks here who weren't quite as bad as you.
I'll let one of them go, but you have to take their place. I'll even let
YOU decide who leaves."
Jesse thought that sounded pretty good, so the devil opened the door to
the
first room.
In it was Ted Kennedy and a large pool of water. He kept diving in, and
surfacing, empty handed. Over, and over, and over he dove in and surfaced
with nothing. Such was his fate in hell.
"No" Jesse said. "I don''t think so. I''m not a good swimmer, and I don''t
think I could do that forever."
The devil led him to the door of the next room. In it was Al Gore with a
sledgehammer and a room full of rocks. All he did was swing that hammer,
time after time after time.
"No, I've got this problem with my shoulder. I would be in constant agony
if all I could do was break rocks all day," commented Jesse.
The devil opened a third door. Through it, Jesse saw Bill Clinton, lying
on
the floor with his arms tied over his head, and his legs restrained in a
spread-eagle pose. Bent over him was Monica Lewinsky, doing what she does
best.
Jesse looked at this in shocked disbelief, and finally said "Yeah, I can
handle this."
The devil smiled and said . . .
.
.
"OK, Monica, you're free to go."
He immediately goes to hell, where the devil is waiting for him.
"I don''t know what to do here" says the devil. "You are on my list, but I
have no room for you. You definitely have to stay here, so I'll tell you
what I''m going to do.
I've got a couple of folks here who weren't quite as bad as you.
I'll let one of them go, but you have to take their place. I'll even let
YOU decide who leaves."
Jesse thought that sounded pretty good, so the devil opened the door to
the
first room.
In it was Ted Kennedy and a large pool of water. He kept diving in, and
surfacing, empty handed. Over, and over, and over he dove in and surfaced
with nothing. Such was his fate in hell.
"No" Jesse said. "I don''t think so. I''m not a good swimmer, and I don''t
think I could do that forever."
The devil led him to the door of the next room. In it was Al Gore with a
sledgehammer and a room full of rocks. All he did was swing that hammer,
time after time after time.
"No, I've got this problem with my shoulder. I would be in constant agony
if all I could do was break rocks all day," commented Jesse.
The devil opened a third door. Through it, Jesse saw Bill Clinton, lying
on
the floor with his arms tied over his head, and his legs restrained in a
spread-eagle pose. Bent over him was Monica Lewinsky, doing what she does
best.
Jesse looked at this in shocked disbelief, and finally said "Yeah, I can
handle this."
The devil smiled and said . . .
.
.
"OK, Monica, you're free to go."