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Originally Posted by BlueStreak
You'll have to take a number. Then sit in an uncomfortable plastic chair for hours filling out forms until some low level Heaven government employee calls out your number and tells you which line to go stand in. After standing in that line for what seems like days, you finally get to the window, only to find out you've been sent to the wrong window. They tell you, "Sorry, but we're closing in three minutes, go away and come back in the morning."
When you try to complain, they tell you, "Well, if you don't like it here, you can always go to Hell." 
Dave |
Absolutely superb analysis!!!!!!
Take it you've been to the license bureau too!!!
Do you have to furnish last years tax receipts and proof of insurance to get into heaven????
Fuck 'em, I'm gonna become a Catlikker and go to Purgatory!!!!
And if that don't work...I'm goin' to "Party Town".
I've put up with enough shit!!!!!
Chas
PS: Over and out. I have to get up tomorrow and act like I care.
And I really don't, not so much.