Oneday a biker dies and finds himself in hell. As he is wallowing in despair, hehas his first meeting with the devil...
Satan: "Why so glum?"
Biker : "What do you think? I'm in hell!" ...
Satan: "Hell'snot 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 dois drink. Bombay Sapphire, tequila, Guinness, red wine, single malt scotch.We drink 'til we throwup and then we drink some more! And you don't have to worry about getting ahangover, 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 cigarsfrom 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 bigbowl of crack or smack. Smoke a doobie the size of a submarine.You can do all thedrugs 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, dear oh dear. Fridays are gonna be hell......"
