The good news: There is television in Hell.
The bad news: It all sucks.
In the old days, Hell’s airwaves were home to untalented actors and actresses such as Keanu Reeves and Pauly Shore. After a hard day’s work at the brussels sprout mines, Hell denizens had only two entertainment options available; punching themselves in the groin or watching the “Shanghai Surprise” channel.
But now with the invention of reality television, there’s a wide variety of mind-numbingly awful programs to choose from. Who needs a script or a plot, when you can follow the exploits of overprivileged twits and their insipid lives?
The integration of reality television was so critical to the improvement of misery quotas across Hell, that the TV executive credited with coming up with the groundbreaking “Lock drunks in a mansion with booze and cameras” theorem was rewarded with one less punch in the groin.
Hell In a Handbooklet 