Fella in Hell

Senna

One day a fella dies and finds himself in hell. As he is wallowing in despair he has his first meeting with the devil.

Devil: Why so glum, chum?

Fella: What do you think? I'm in hell.

Devil: Hell's not so bad. We actually have a lot of fun down here. You a drinkin' man?

Fella: Sure, I love to drink.

Devil: Well you're gonna love Mondays then. On
Mondays That's all we do is drink. Whiskey, Guinness, larger, cider. We drink till we throw up and then we drink some more.

Fella: that sounds great.

Devil: You a smoker?

Fella: You better believe it.

Devil: Alright! You're gonna love Tuesdays. We get
the finest cigars from all over the world and
smoke our lungs out. If you get cancer, no
biggie - you're already dead, remember?

Fella: Wow. That's Brilliant.

Devil: I bet you like to gamble.

Fella: Why yes, as a matter of fact I do.

Devil: Cause Wednesday you can gamble all you want. Craps, Blackjack, Roulette, Poker, Slots, whatever. If you go bankrupt, well, you're dead anyhow.

Devil: You into drugs?

Fella: Are you kidding? I love drugs. You don't
mean....

Devil: That's right Thursday is drug day. Help yourself to a great big bowl of crack or smack. Smoke a doobie the size of a submarine. You can do all the drugs you want and if ya overdose - that's alright - you're dead, who cares? O.D.!!

Fella: I never realized Hell was such a cool place.

Devil: You gay?

Fella: No....

Devil: Ooooh, You're gonna hate Fridays . . .