The Devil and Mr. Bush (Jr.)

The Devil took Bush on a tour of Hell and said, “George, you’ll get to pick one door out of three and whatever lies behind it will be your fate for all eternity.”

“Sounds OK. Let’s go!”, said Bush.

The Devil then took Bush to the first door and there was blood running out from under it.

“Uh uh, don’t want no part of that,” Bush said.

The Devil then took him to the next door. On opening it, the room was piled as high as the eye could see with excrement.

“Uh uh, don’t want part of that, neither. Let’s see the next door.”

Lucifer then took Bush to the final door and opened it. In the room was a King-sized bed bedecked with French linen, with rare and fragrant incense burning on a mahogany end table. Mozart played in the background while a magnum of Dom Perignon chilled in a silver bucket. On the bed was Bill Clinton getting a blow job from a curvaceous brunette.

“Now this is more like it!” said Bush. “I want this door!”

“Uh… are you sure, George?”, asked Satan. “Because, uh…”

“Absolutely! Let’s get this show started!”

“OK, Monica,” shouted the Devil, “you can go, now. Your relief’s here.”