So this golfer guy goes to Hell, and he deserves it, for sure - greed, adultery, really bad puns…
Anyway, he’s all bummed, and stuff. Then the Devil pops up next to him, takes one look, and says “Yeah, I know, you’ve heard all the stories, look, relax, ain’t so.”
The damned golfer (I mean, this specific damned golfer) is naturally wary, he’s heard all the stories, figures the Devil is just jerking his chain, and the Devil sighs deep and says:
“I know, I know. Look, let me prove it. What did you like best about Earth?”
“Well, golf, I guess.”
The Devil brightens up, says “Me, too! Made my own golf course, wanna check it out?”
Bing, flash of light, there they are on the first tee, and man, its gorgeous. Its got trees, and a light breeze, the fairway looks like its maintained with tweezers… Fantastic. So what the hey, he starts to play, starts really digging it, thinking, heck, maybe not so bad.
On the eighth hole, he slices way into the woods, but goes off in search. He wanders for a while, comes to this big solid stone wall, about eight feet high. He thinks he can hear something, but he isn’t sure, climbs a tree to get a look…and there it is. Hell, the fire, the brimstone, souls shrieking in torment as vicious devils spear them with flaming pitchforks…
“You fucking asshole! Bad enough I gotta be here, you gotta get some extra sadism out of it, telling me all these lies, I’ve seen over the wall, I know what’s really going on, so don’t try to…”
“Look, calm down, take it easy. That’s the Baptists. They insist on that shit.”