Biker Joke

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:  "Why so glum?"

Biker : "What do you think? I'm in  hell!"

Satan: "Hell's not so bad. We actually have a lot of fun  down here. You a drinking man?"

Biker : "Sure, I love to  drink."

Satan: "Well, you're gonna love Mondays then.
On  Mondays, that's all we do is drink. Whiskey, tequila, Guinness,  wine coolers, Tab, and Fresca. We drink 'til we throw up and then  we drink some more! And you don't have to worry about getting a  hangover, because you're dead anyway."

Biker : "Gee that  sounds great!"

Satan: "You a smoker?"

Biker : "You better  believe it."

Satan: "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?"

Biker : "Wow...that's awesome!"

Satan: "I bet you  like to gamble."

Biker : "Why, yes, as a matter of fact I  do."

Satan: "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."

Biker  :  "Cool!"

Satan: "What about Drugs?"

Biker : "Are you  kidding? Love drugs! You don't mean...?"

Satan: "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."

Biker : "Wow! I  never realized Hell was such a cool place!"

Satan: "You  gay?"

Biker : "No..."

Satan: "Ooooh, Fridays are gonna be  tough