George W Bush had a heart attack and died. He went to hell, where the
devil was waiting for him at the gates.
"I just don't know what to do," said the devil. "You're on my list,
but I have no room for you. You definitely have to stay here, though,
so I'll tell you what I'm going to do. I have three folks here who
weren't quite as bad as you. I'll let one go, but you must take that
person's place . . . and I'll even let you decide who leaves."
Bush thought that sounded pretty good, so he agreed.
The devil opened a door in the wall, and there was Richard Nixon
and a large pool of water. He kept diving in and surfacing empty-handed
over and over again. Such was his fate in hell.
"No!" Bush 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 another door and opened it. Behind it was
Tony Blair, with a sledge hammer and a room full of rocks. All that he
did was swing the hammer, time after time after time.
"No!" said Bush. "I have a problem with my shoulder, and I'd be
in constant agony if I had to break rocks all day."
The devil opened a third door. Behind it, Bush saw Bill Clinton,
lying on the floor with his arms folded behind his head, and his legs
staked in a spread-eagle pose. Bent over him was Monica Lewinski, doing
what she did best.
"Wow," said Bush, looking in disbelief for a while; finally he
said,"Yep . . . I can handle this."
The devil smiled.
"OK, Monica, you're free to go!"