The devil made me do it.....

One day in the future, 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 all day
long."

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" :grin: :new_shocked:

:rofl:

OMG that is so funny!!