Three men went to hell.

Three men went to hell.

The devil said to them, “You have come to hell, and you must now choose whether to spend eternity in room 1, 2, or 3.”

He then opened the doors to the three rooms.

Room 1 was filled with men standing on their heads, on a hard wooden floor.

Room 2 was filled with men standing on their heads on a cement floor.

Finally, room 3 had just a few men, standing in sh*t up to their knees and drinking coffee.

The men thought for a while and decided to go to room 3, as it was less crowded and they could drink coffee.

They entered the door to room 3, and just as it was closing behind them, the devil said, “OK, men, coffee break’s over. Back on your heads.”

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Three men go to hell, and they’re pissed off about it.
“Surely we weren’t that bad?” they ask themselves. “There has to be something we can do to get out of here.”

Satan suddenly appears and says, “Oh, but there is! Withstand ten whippings from my trusty whip here, and you’re free to go. I’ll even let you pick something to cover your back with.”

The men let out a cheer. This wouldn’t be so hard.

The first man steps up and observes his surroundings. Finally, he picks a sturdy-looking boulder to place on his back. “Ready,” he says.

Satan raises his whip and yells, “ONE!”

CRACK

The boulder immediately splits in half.

“Aw, screw this,” says the first man. “I’ll just stay.”

Satan smirks and asks, “Who’s next?”

The second man steps up and, without picking up any protection, gets in position.

“Are you sure about that?” asks Satan, to which the man replies with

“I have trained my mind and body to ignore any unnecessary pain. I need no protection.”

“Whatever you say, pal.” Satan raises his arm and yells, “ONE!”

CRACK

The man slightly flinches, his pain evident, but he remains upright.

Annoyance flashes across Satan’s face. He raises his arm again and shouts, “TWO!”

CRACK

Again, the man remains upright, all the way up to the tenth whipping.

The man gets up, weary but happy. Satan looks furious and says, “Whatever, good job. You, third guy, you’re next. What are you picking?”

The third man takes in his surroundings, lays his eyes on his choice, and says, “I’m gonna pick the second guy.”

 

 

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