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Smuuth

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Biker in Hell
« on: May 21, 2009, 05:14:07 PM »

Satan is sitting around the fire one evening when he hears a knock at Hell's front door. He opens the door, and there stands a biker, ready to pull his shift in eternity.

  "Come on in," says the Devil, "Let me make you at home."

  Well, he takes the biker back to his very own cesspool, boiling hot, and drops him in up to his nose.

   The bro didn't like it at all; too hot, too smelly, didn't taste good, and all the screaming by the other tormented souls was just too much. And since it looked like he was gonna be there a while, he set about improving things.

  He collected up some scraps of junk floating around in the pool and built himself a little raft. Once he got himself up out of the slime he felt better, and set about collecting other odds and ends. First thing you know, being an innovative type as bikers are, he'd put together a fan, blown most of the stink out, and cooled things off a bit. Then he picked up some old cardboard and made up some acoustical panels to cut the noise level. Well, the longer he was there, and the more stuff he found, the more comfortable he made it. Finally, in a technological triumph, he built an air conditioner, and with that Hell wasn't half-hot. It was downright liveable as a matter of fact, and even Satan liked it since he has to live there too.

  First thing you know, God gets Satan on the phone and wants to know what's going on down there. Old Scratch told him. Said he had a guy might as well be an engineer for all the things he could do. It didn't smell bad any more, wasn't noisy, and it was downright cool. They even had chairs to sit in.

  God, as you might guess, wasn't too pleased. He told the Devil that Hell wasn't supposed to be nice, or fun, and that the guy would have to be sent up to Heaven where they could keep an eye on him. "Send him up", said the Lord.

  "Nope," replied the Devil, "not gonna."

  "You better!"

  "No, no, no; you can't make me!"

  "Well, I'll just sue you then!" spoke the Lord.

  "Don't be silly," Satan responded, "Where are you going to find a lawyer?"
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