Bucket on wheels
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Theresa May are dead and come to heaven where she is met by St. Peter. - St. Peter looks a little embarrassed: Eh, welcome he finally said. - Thank you, The Theresa May says I thought I would end up here. - Well, St. Peter says, you have pretty much behaved pretty well so we would love to have you here. But you understand, there was some competition to get you, and in fact we had to make a small deal with the devil. - Agreement !?, Theresa May exclaimed visibly shaken. - It's not that bad, says St. Peter, but he meant he had most of your friends anyway. So now we have agreed that you are allowed to spend a day in hell and one in heaven. Then you can choose where you want to be the rest of eternity after that. Theresa May protested a little, but the deal was already signed. So St. Peter showed her the way to the elevator, they took goodbye and returned in 24 hours. Theresa May pressed on Hell, ran a lift for a long time and ended up in front of a large, black gate. When he called on the door immediately went up and the devil himself met him. - Theresa May old friend! Come in! Theresa May went in and looked straight at a giant golf course. Many of his old police friends walked around playing golf and chatting. The course was perfect. It was hot, everywhere, beautiful, light-skinned devilish women who served cool drinks. Theresa May played all day and in the evening Boris Johnson, who died just before Theresa May had prepared a gourmet dinner with the best wine and everything the heart could desire. The day in Hell went fast, and before Theresa May knew it came a little devil and showed her the way to the elevator. When Theresa May entered the sky she was thoughtful, but he was well received. He was dressed in angel clothing and was given a harp. The rest of the day she walked from cloud to cloud, heard the birds sing and ate fresh fruits. Later she got hurt in the stomach of all the fruit and was perhaps a little tired of Philip Hammond and David Cameron who sat on a cloud next door and harpyam for five hours straight. Soon St. Peter appeared. - Now you have had one day each place, said the archangel. Have you made your choice ?? - Hmm, Theresa May says I had never thought I'd say it, but maybe I hear the hell after all. That's probably the best place for me. St. Peter was speechless and tried to get Theresa May to change her mind, but she was determined. Once again she was taken to the elevator and they took goodbye. This time, too, the devil closed himself when Theresa May called. She was quickly shut in. Theresa May looked around in the sulphurous inferno where his old friends were in pain. Nothing resembled what she had experienced just one day earlier. - But she says, but where is the golf course? And the cold drinks? And the scantily clad gentlemen's ?? - Ah, the devil says. You understand, yesterday, we were campaigning. Today you voted for us.
