The Last Three People On Earth
At the end of humanity, there were three gentlemen left on
the face of the Earth. The Creator (or whatever divine
entity you’d like to place here) descends from the heavens
to congratulate the last three survivors. “You’ve made
it to the end my friends.” States the God-being to the
three men. “As reward for this accomplishment, I will
create an individual Earth for each of you, filled with your
most treasured desire.” The three gentlemen began to shake
with excitement and burst into streaming tears of joy.
“You will have 100 years of good health and no aging, to
enjoy these places of chosen paradise. Step forward and
state your desire. Your paradise will be filled to the
brim!” The first man, an alchoholic, steps forward and
states: “I want my paradise filled with the best Beer!”
The God-being grants the desire and the paradise is filled
with kegs of beer as far as the eye can see. The second man,
a s*x addict, steps forward and states: “I want my
paradise filled with young and beautiful people to fulfill
my s3x**l desires!” Desire granted, and the paradise is
filled with young and beautiful people willing to please.
The third man, a stoner, steps forward and states: “I want
my paradise filled with Marijuana!” It is done. The men
are transported to their paradises to enjoy 100 years of
pleasure. At the end of the 100 years the God-being brings
them all together again to review how they’ve enjoyed
their existence in Paradise. “My children, please share
how you’ve enjoyed your chosen paradise!” The alcoholic
steps forward, shaking uncontrollably. “It was great at
first oh wise one! But eventually all the beer began to go
stale, and was disgusting! I haven’t had a drink in at
least 90 years!” The s*x addict steps forward, crying with
frustration. “They all AGED! They didn’t stay young and
beautiful! It was horrific! Why have you been so cruel to
us!?” The stoner slowly walks forward, shuffling his feet
as he goes, defeated. “Does anyone have a lighter?”
