One day a guy dies and finds himself in Hell. As he is wallowing in despair, he has his first meeting with The Devil..
The Devil: Why so glum?
Guy: Why do you think? I'm in Hell.
The Devil: Hell's not so bad. We actually have a lot of fun down here-- you a drinking man?
Guy: Sure, I love to drink.
Devil: Well, you're gonna love Mondays. On Mondays that's all we do is drink. Whiskey, tequila, beer. We drink until we throw up and then we drink some more. It doesn't matter because you're already dead.
Guy: Gee, that sounds great.
Devil: You a smoker?
Guy: Yes.
Devil: You're going to love Tuesdays. We get the finest cigars from all over the world and smoke our lungs out. If you get cancer, who cares. You're already dead.
Guy: Wow!
Devil: I bet you like to gamble.
Guy: Why yes, as a matter of fact, I do.
Devil: Wednesdays you can gamble all you want, blackjack, roulette, poker, whatever. If you lose your shirt, who cares!
Guy: Amazing!
Devil: You into drugs?
Guy: You don't mean...
Devil: Yep, Thursdays are drug days. Help yourself to all the drugs you want. Who cares, you're dead.
Guy: I never realized Hell was such a swinging place.
Devil: You gay?
Guy: No
Devil: Oooch, you're gonna hate Fridays..
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