One day a biker dies and finds himself in hell.
As he is wallowing in despair, he has his first meeting with the devil.
Satan says, "Why so glum?"
The Biker, "What do you think? I'm in hell."
Satan says, "Hell's not so bad. We actually have a lot of fun down here. Are you a drinking man?"
The Biker says, "Sure, I love to drink."
Satan says, "Well, you're gonna love Mondays then. On Mondays, that's all we do, we drink. Bombay Sapphire, tequila, Guinness, red wine, single malt scotch. We drink 'til we throw up and then we drink some more An you don't have to worry about getting a hangover, because you're dead anyway."
The Biker says, "Gee that sounds great."
Satan says, "You a smoker?"
The Biker says, "You better believe it."
Satan says, "All right! You're gonna love Tuesdays. We get the finest cigars from all over the world, and smoke our lungs out. If you get cancer, no biggie, you're already dead, remember."
The Biker says, "Wow, that's awesome."
Satan says, "I bet you like to gamble."
The Biker says, "Why, yes, as a matter of fact I do."
Satan says, "Good,' cause Wednesdays you can gamble all you want. Craps, blackjack, roulette, poker, slots, whatever. If you go bankrupt, it doesn't matter, you're dead anyhow."
The Biker says, "Cool!"
Satan says, "What about Drugs?"
The Biker says, "Are you kidding me...?
"I Love drugs!"
Satan says, "That's right! Thursday is drug day.. Help yourself to a great big bowl of crack or smack. Smoke a doobie the size of a submarine. You can do all the drugs you want. You're dead so who cares."
The Biker says, "Wow! I never realized Hell was such a cool place."
Satan says, "Are You gay?"
The Biker says, "No, no!"
Satan says, "Ooh - Fridays are gonna be tough"