George W. Bush had a heart attack, died, and went to Hell, where he was met by the devil.
“I have a problem,” said the devil, “You’ve definitely earned your way in here, but we have too many tenants right now. I’ll give you a choice; you can select one of three other occupants to set free, but you will have to take up their punishment. Do you agree?”
George thought any choice sounded better than nothing, so he agreed. The devil opened the door to the first room. In it, Adolph Hitler was rolling a large boulder up a hill, and then ducking out of the way when it came crashing down on top of him. This routine was repeated over and over. It was Hitler’s fate in Hell. “I don’t think so,” said George, “I’ve got a bad back. I couldn’t deal with that.”
So the devil led him to the second room. In it was former president Ronald Reagan. He was swinging a sledgehammer, over and over, breaking big ricks up into little rocks. “No way!” said George, “I’ve got bursitis in this shoulder; there’s not a chance I could do that!”
The devil opened the third door. Inside, George saw former president Bill Clinton lying naked on the floor with his hands tied to a stake over his head, and his legs spread-eagled. Bent over him was Monica Lewinsky, engaged in her specialty. George looked on in disbelief, then finally said, “Yeah, this looks like something I could handle.”
The devil smiled and said, “Monica, you’re free to go.”