wicked start to the week

Sometime in the future, George Bush has a heart attack and dies. He goes
to hell where the Devil is waiting for him.

‘I don’t know what to do here,’ says the Devil.

‘You’re on my list but I have no room for you, but you definitely have to
stay here, so I’ll tell you what I’m going to do. I’ve got three people
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.’

George thought that sounded pretty good, so he agreed. The devil opened
the first room.

In it was Ted Kennedy and a large pool of water. He kept resurfacing over
and over and over, gasping for air. Such was his fate in hell.

‘No!’ George 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 next room.

In it was Tony Blair with a sledgehammer and a room full of rocks. All he
did was swing that hammer, time after time after time, and more rocks
appeared. ‘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
George.

The devil opened a third door.

In it, George saw Bill Clinton lying naked on the floor with his arms
staked over his head and his legs staked in spread eagle pose. Bent over
him was Monica Lewinsky, doing what she does best.

George Bush looked at this in disbelief for a while and finally said,
‘Yeah, I can handle this.’

The devil smiled and said… ‘Monica, you’re free to go!’