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> >>>>
> >>>> 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, 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
> >>>> 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 man,
> >>>> I can handle this."
> >>>>
> >>>>
> >>>> The devil smiled and said . . . . . . . . (This is priceless)
> >>>>
> >>>>
> >>>>
> >>>> "OK, Monica, you're free to go."
> >>>>
:jesse:
thats a good one
