quinta-feira, novembro 18, 2004
Uma "joke" que me chegou do Canadá por e-mail. Trata-se de uma nova versão de uma piada já com barbas,mas como envolve George W. Bush....merece ser publicada. Have fun!
George Bush has a heart attack and dies. He goes to hell where the
devilis waiting for him.
"I don't know what to do here," says the devil. "You're on my list
but I have no room for you. But you definitely have to stay here, so I'll
tell you what I'm going to do. I've got three people 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."
George thought that sounded pretty good so he agreed.
The devil opened the first room. In it was Richard Nixon and a large
pool of water. He kept diving in and surfacing empty handed over and
over and over. Such was his fate in hell.
"No!" George 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 next room. In it was Tony Blair with a
sledgehammer and a room full of rocks. All he did was swing that
hammer, time after time after time.
"No! 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 George.
The devil opened a third door. In it, George saw Bill Clinton lying
naked on the floor with his arms staked over his head and his legs
staked in spread-eagle pose. Bent over him was Monica Lewinsky,
doing what she does best.
George Bush looked at this in disbelief for a while and finally
said, "Yeah, I can handle this."
The devil smiled and said, "Monica, you're free to go!"
George Bush has a heart attack and dies. He goes to hell where the
devilis waiting for him.
"I don't know what to do here," says the devil. "You're on my list
but I have no room for you. But you definitely have to stay here, so I'll
tell you what I'm going to do. I've got three people 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."
George thought that sounded pretty good so he agreed.
The devil opened the first room. In it was Richard Nixon and a large
pool of water. He kept diving in and surfacing empty handed over and
over and over. Such was his fate in hell.
"No!" George 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 next room. In it was Tony Blair with a
sledgehammer and a room full of rocks. All he did was swing that
hammer, time after time after time.
"No! 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 George.
The devil opened a third door. In it, George saw Bill Clinton lying
naked on the floor with his arms staked over his head and his legs
staked in spread-eagle pose. Bent over him was Monica Lewinsky,
doing what she does best.
George Bush looked at this in disbelief for a while and finally
said, "Yeah, I can handle this."
The devil smiled and said, "Monica, you're free to go!"
