>Tough Day In Hell
>One day a guy dies and finds himself in hell. As he is wallowing in
>despair,
>he has his first meeting with the devil...
>Satan: Why so glum?
>Guy: What do you think? I'm in hell!
>Satan: Hell's not so bad. We actually have a lot of fun down here. You a
>drinking man?
>Guy: Sure, I love to drink.
>Satan: Well you're gonna love Mondays then. On Mondays that's all we do is
>drink. Whiskey, tequila, Guinness, wine coolers, Tab and Fresca. We drink
>till we throw up and then we drink some more! And you don't have to worry
>about getting a hangover, because you're dead anyway.
>Guy: Gee, that sounds great!
>Satan: You a smoker?
>Guy: You better believe it!
>Satan: All right! You're gonna love Tuesdays. We get the finest cigars from
>all over the world and smoke our lungs out. If you get cancer - no biggie,
>you're already dead, remember?
>Guy: Wow... that's awesome!
>Satan: I bet you like to gamble.
>Guy: Why yes, as a matter of fact I do.
>Satan: Cause Wednesdays you can gamble all you want. Craps, Blackjack,
>Roulette, Poker, Slots, whatever. If you go bankrupt...it doesn't matter,
>you're dead anyhow.
>Guy: Cool!
>Satan: What about Drugs?
>Guy: Are you kidding? Love drugs! You don't mean...
>Satan: That's right! Thursday is drug day. Help yourself to a great big
>bowl
>of crack, or smack. Smoke a doobie the size of a submarine. You can do all
>the drugs you want. You're dead, who cares.
>Guy: WOW! I never realized Hell was such a cool place!
>Satan: You Queer?
>Guy: No...
>Satan: Ooooh, Fridays are gonna be tough.
