George W. Bush has a heart attack and dies. He then goes to Hell, where the devil is waiting for him: “You’re on my list, but i presently don’t have any room for you,” says the devil. “But you definitely have to stay here, so i’ll tell you what i’m going to do. I’ve got three persons 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 gets to leave.”

Bush thought that sounded pretty good, so he agreed to the suggestion. The devil then opened the door to the first room: in it was Richard Nixon and a large pool of water. He kept diving in and resurfacing empty-handed over and over. Such was his fate in Hell. “No!”, said Bush. “I don’t think so. I’m not a good swimmer and i don’t think i could do that all day long.” (more…)