One day a biker dies and finds himself in hell. As he is wallowing in
despair, he has his first meeting with the devil...
Satan: "Why so glum?"
Biker: "What do you think? I'm in hell!"
Satan: "Hell's not so bad. We actually have a lot of fun down here.
You a drinking man?"
Biker: "Sure, I love to drink."
Satan: "Well, you're gonna love Mondays then. On Mondays, that's all
we do is drink. Whiskey, tequila, Guinness, wine coolers, Tab, and
Fresca. We drink 'til we throw up, and then we drink some more! And you
don't have to worry about getting a hangover, because you're dead anyway."
Biker : "Gee that sounds great!"
Satan: "You a smoker?"
Biker : "You better believe it"
Satan: "All right! 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?"
Biker : "Wow...that's awesome!"
Satan: "I bet you like to gamble."
Biker : "Why, yes, as a matter of fact I do."
Satan: "Good, 'cause Wednesdays you can gamble all you want. Craps,
blackjack, roulette, poker, slots, whatever. If you go bankrupt, it
doesn't matter, you're dead anyhow."
Biker : "Cool!"
Satan: "What about Drugs?"
Biker : "Are you kidding? Love drugs! You don't mean...?"
Satan: "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. You're dead so who cares."
Biker : "Wow! I never realized Hell was such a cool place!"
Satan: "You gay?"
Biker : "No..."
Satan: "Ooooh, Fridays are gonna be tough..."
