I know it's long but is better than the last one...
Nicolas Sarkozy is walking peacefully when he is runned over by a car and he dies there in the spot. His soul arrives to heaven and he finds S. Peter on the entrance.
- Welcome to paradise! – says Peter – before you enter there’s a tiny problem. We don’t see politicians here very often, so we don’t know what to do with you.
- I don’t see any problem, just let me enter in Paradise – says Sarcozy.
- I would like to let you enter, but I have superior orders, you know… Lets do this… You spend a day in Hell and one day in Paradise and then you choose in which one you want to spend your eternity.
- It’s not necessary! I want to stay in paradise.
- Sorry, but we have our rules…
So, Peter takes Sarkozy to the elevator and there he goes, down, down, down, down to Hell… The door opens and he sees himself in the middle of a golf court. A little away from him are all his friends and other politicians that worked with him. Everybody is happy in social suits. He is greeted, hugged and they start talking about the old times when they got reach stealing from the people. They play a nice golf round and then they eat lobster and caviar.
Who is also present is the devil, a friendly guy that spends his time dancing and telling jokes. They have so much fun that before he notices it is time to leave. Everybody tells him goodbye and waves while the elevator goes up.
It goes up, and up, and up and the door opens again… S. Peter is awaiting him.
- Now is time for paradise… He spends 24h in paradise, next to a group of happy souls that jump from cloud to cloud playing harps and singing. Everything is ok but the day is finished and S. Peter returns.
- So, you spent a day in hell and one in the paradise. Now you have to choose your eternal home.
He thinks a minute and then answers:
- I never thought i would give this answer… Paradise is good, but i think i’ll be better in hell…
S. Peter waving his head took him to the elevator and he goes down, down, down to Hell.
When he opens the door he sees himself in a strange terrain full of garbage and smelling very bad. He sees all his friends with old clothes and very durty, grabbing the durt and putting it in black bags. He notices some of them actually fight for a piece of bad food…
The devil goes to him and puts his arm around Sarkozy’s shoulder. He says:
- I don’t understand. I was here yesterday and there was a golf court, lobster, caviar and we danced and we had fun. Now all I see is this strange world, stinky and my friends are in pain.
The devil looks at him, smiles ironically and says:
- Yesterday we were in campaign. Now that we got your vote... Lets go back to reality!Thanks for reading
Sam 1 Mar - 1:48
Maybe... Possibly... Probably... Certainly... 
... Euh...
Poor Dragon... He's going to have to sell his wings to pay the bill... 
Too much distance = no ass... 
I'm already crying...