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Waiting in line to enter Hell, Bob amused himself with the irony of the insurance industry; he also met two nice people - Janet, a mother of three, and Steven, a fireman from Omaha.
Bob’s plan was simple -- introduce the person behind him to the person in front, hope they struck up a friendship, then offer to trade places so they could talk, allowing him to ever so slowly back his way out of the line leading into Hell.
One by one, Bob moved slowly back down the line; if his plan worked he’d be free, but if it didn’t there’d be hell to pay.
He’d always imagined that the afterlife contained no second-guessing, but now that he’d begun moving, Bob wasn’t so sure; afterall, if he’d held still, he’d be going to Hell with a fireman as a friend, which sounds helpful no matter how you slice it.
It’s full of very weird people in cat-suits, that’s for sure.
I bet if you’re in hell and you think you’re on a road to somewhere, then sure as heck you ain’t going nowhere.
“And, here on your left, you will find the 888th level of hell, which we all fondly refer to as Fixation Corner, oh-hoh-hoh.”
The only reason I tried the new church out was because Rev. Isabelle was so damn cute and I found that I had to resist the overpowering urge to kneel before her and pay homage to the new life within her by kissing her swollen belly.
“We love our bureaucrats here in Hell,” the Devil said; “After all, it’s their paperwork that makes all these wonderful flames possibly.”
Upon arriving in Heaven, Henry was pleased to find out that God had plans for a big budget musical comedy based on his life, but was ultimately disappointed when he auditioned for the lead role and was immediately shown the door to Hell.
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