За свою контрольную работу о творчестве Шекспира студент-второкурсник одного из университетов получил "отлично". Однако преподаватель, проверявший его работу, пригласил студента на дополнительную беседу. - Дорогой мой, - начал преподаватель, - вы, наверное, не знаете, что я закончил этот же университет и жил в том же общежитии, где живете и вы. Более того, у нас хранились контрольные работы прежних студентов для того, чтобы мы могли, при нужде, заглянуть в них, что делаете сейчас и вы. Должен сказать, что лично вам повезло: вы списали буква в букву ту работу по Шекспиру, которая была когда-то написана мной. Теперь вы, конечно, удивитесь, почему я поставил "отлично". Потому, друг мой, что наш твердолобый преподаватель литературы поставил мне тогда только трояк. А я все время чувствовал, что заслуживаю пятерки.
One day in the future, OJ Simpson has a heart-attack and dies. He immediately goes to hell, where the devil is waiting for him. 'I don't know what to do here,' says the devil. 'You are on my list, but I have no room for you. You definitely have to stay here, so I'll tell you what I'm going to do. I've got a few folks 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 leaves.'
OJ thought that sounded pretty good, so the devil opened the door to the first room.
In it was Ted Kennedy and a large pool of water. Ted kept diving in, and surfacing, empty handed. Over, and over, and over he dove in and surfaced with nothing. Such was his fate in hell.
'No,' OJ said. 'I don't think so. I'm not a good swimmer, and I don't think I could do that all day long.'
The devil led him to the door of the next room.
In it was Al Gore with a sledgehammer and a room full of rocks. All he did was swing that hammer, time after time after time. 'No, this is no good; I've got this problem with my shoulder. I would be in constant agony if all I could do was break rocks all day,' commented OJ.
The devil opened a third door. Through it, OJ saw Bill Clinton, lying on the bed, his arms tied over his head, and his legs restrained in a spread-eagle pose. Bent over him was Monica Lewinsky, doing what she does best.
OJ looked at this in shocked disbelief, and finally said, 'Yeah man, I can handle this.' The devil smiled and said . . . . . (This is priceless)
" OK, Monica, you're free to go"
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