God don't like ugly!

[ShamelessMcBundy]

If I make it to heaven I am going to spend eternity laughing at him.

It's as if I'm listening to the words of Jesus himself. It's uncanny.

Amen.

 

[O'Dib]

Says you. When I die I'm going to Vegas.

I imagine the afterlife as a giant bar that always has stools open, serves the good stuff, the music isn't too loud, and hot guys everywhere.

I'll second that with only one slight change. But if my girlfriend walks in I was just asking that girl if she had change for a five.

That reminds me of reading J.R. Moehringer's Tender Bar over the summer. He described this place so lovingly, I almost wanted to do a bar-hopping tour of the east coast (having, as a westy, never been). I keep having these visions of inebriated tourism. For example, I heard London cops play drunk tennis, which is to pick up some alkie, drive him to another part of town, and call it in to the local police. Who then have to find him, and pass him on.. anyway, whichever district has the alkie by the morning loses. So I though, go to London, get hammered and the cops called on me, all the while with a camera around my neck and a t-shirt saying "please take my photo with whatever's touristy in this part of town". In any case, with heaven being forever, I do think the ability to pass time on the floor without remembering any of it would alleviate the boredom.

 

[ST-One]

Man I'd hate to be your wingman. A corpse walking around in that heat.

I'd be alright. I'd just do all my dealins at night and watch cable and order room service during the day. That would be kickass.

I imagine the afterlife as a giant bar that always has stools open, serves the good stuff, the music isn't too loud, and hot guys everywhere.

I completely agree.



I stand by what I said.

Brent is happy to hear this.