An oldie but goodie, adapted to present times.
One day in the future, Barack Obama had a heart attack and
died. He immediately went to hell, where the devil was 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." Obama 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. Ted kept
diving in, and surfacing, empty handed. Over, and over, and
over he dived in and surfaced with nothing. Such was his fate
in hell.
"No," Obama said. "I don't think so. I'm not a good swimmer,
and I don't think I could do that all day long."
The devil led him to the door of the next room.
In it was Al Gore with a sledge-hammer and a room full of
rocks. All he did was swing that hammer, time after time after
time.
"No, this is no good; 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 Obama.
The devil opened a third door. Through it, Obama saw Bill
Clinton, lying on the bed, 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.
Obama looked at this in shocked disbelief, and finally said,
"Yeah man, I can handle this."
The devil smiled and said...........
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…………. "OK, Monica, you're free to go."






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