>Osama Goes To Hell > >One day in the future, Osama bin Laden 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." > >Osama thought that sounded pretty good, so he agreed. The devil opened the >first room; in it was Richard Nixon and a large pool of water. He kept >diving in and surfacing empty handed -- over and over and over. Such was >his >fate in hell. > >"No," bin Laden 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. > >"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 Osama bin Laden. > >The devil opened a third door. In it, Osama saw Bill Clinton, lying on the >floor with his arms staked over his head, and his legs staked in a spread >eagle pose. Bent over him was Monica Lewinsky, doing what she does best. > >Osama bin Laden looked at this in disbelief for a while and finally said, >"Yeah, I can handle this." > >The devil smiled and said, "OK, Monica, you're free to go." > > »§«:*´`³¤³´`*:»«§:*´`³¤³´`*:»§«:*´`³¤³´`*:»§«:*´`³¤³´`*: »§« My friends tell me that I refuse to grow up, but I know they're just jealous because they don't have pajamas with feet. Richiele 'Marie <*}}>< MSN [email protected] »§«:*´`³¤³´`*:»«§:*´`³¤³´`*:»§«:*´`³¤³´`*:»§«:*´`³¤³´`*:»§«