i try again...meh...
An alcoholic, a sex addict and a pothead, all die and go to Hell.
Satan is eagerly waiting for them and tells all of them with a twinkle in his eye, "I am in a good mood today, so I am going to let each one of you pick one thing you love from earth and let you keep it here for 1,000 years, and then I will return for the goods."
Satan first approaches the most suspicious of the lot...the alcoholic, "What is it that you would like to have?", to which the alcoholic responds, "I want the finest brew, wine and liquor you can get me". Satan brings him to a room filled with every type of beer on tap, the finest aged cellars of wine and of course the purest grain alcohol, each type of liquor you could possibly think of or never afford to even taste; a never ending supply of it all. The man yells, "WHOOAH!!" in excitement, and runs into the room. Satan laughs, shuts the door and locks it.
Satan then approaches the sex addict and asks "What is it that you would like to have?", to which the astonished sex addict responds "WOMEN! I want lots of beautiful women, one for each day of the year!". Satan brings him to a room filled with only the most gorgeous women imaginable. Some with huge breasts, some with small breasts, some with big asses and some with small asses, some tall with never ending legs and some short. Hundreds of them. All of the women are hot, naked and very horny. The sex addict immediately gets a raging hard on and runs into the room. Satan chortles, shuts the door and locks it.
Satan finally approaches the pothead and asks "What is it that you would like to have?", to which the pothead quickly responds, "Well, that's easy! I want the best pot you got, man! That would be awesome.". Satan brings him to a room which is filled with the tallest, thickest, stinkiest, most dank plants growing on for acres. The sweet smell from the purest plants fills this enormous room, just begging to be harvested. The quality of the bud would put the Cannabis Cup winners to shame, in all categories. It was beyond belief. The pot head was so awed and humbled by the sight of these beautiful plants, that he slowly walked into the room, he sat down Indian style, took several slow deep breathes, closed his eyes and proceeded to meditate on this miraculous sight. Satan, slightly taken aback, looks at him curiously, shuts the door and locks it.
**ONE THOUSAND YEARS PASS**
Satan returns to the room containing the alcoholic, unlocks and opens the door. There is broken wine and liquor glass bottles shattered everywhere. A wave of stench boils from the door, a sickly brew of rotting animal flesh and piss. The alcoholic comes running at the door, naked covered in his own vomit and shit, screaming "HELP!, I don't want anymore. Let me out of here!". Satan laughs, bodily shoves the poor soul back into the room, shuts the door, and locks it tight. Satan lets out a peal of laughter.
Satan then makes his way to the room containing the sex addict, unlocks and opens the door. Thousands of children running run to and fro around the room. The wail of babies crying madly making so much noise no one could hear their own scream. Hundreds of very very old ladies now limp around with no clothes on, still very horny for the sex addict who upon seeing the open door attempts to run out the door as Satan watches. Before the sex addict can utter a word of desperation, or makes it three paces, Satan laughs wildly, shuts the door and locks it.
Satan rubs his hands with glee and continues on to the final room containing the pothead. He carefully unlocks and opens the door. After a quick look inside, Satan's evil grin turns to a look of confusion. Nothing had changed. The plants were untouched; just as dank as the day he left them. Even the pothead was in the same position, sitting down with his legs crossed. So Satan walks up behind the pothead, taps him on his shoulder and says, "What's wrong?". The pothead looks up, a single tear rolling down his cheek.
"Got a light, man?"