One day in the future, OJ Simpson 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 have a few 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."
OJ 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 dove in and
surfaced with nothing. Such was his fate in hell.
"No," OJ 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, 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 OJ.
The devil opened a third door. Through it, OJ 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.
OJ looked at this in shocked disbelief, and finally said, "Yeah man,
I can handle this."
The devil smiled and said . . . . . .
"OK, Monica, you're free to go."
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 have a few 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."
OJ 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 dove in and
surfaced with nothing. Such was his fate in hell.
"No," OJ 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, 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 OJ.
The devil opened a third door. Through it, OJ 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.
OJ looked at this in shocked disbelief, and finally said, "Yeah man,
I can handle this."
The devil smiled and said . . . . . .
"OK, Monica, you're free to go."
