by Carl » July 22nd, 2016, 6:54 am
If I die and go to hell real soon, it will appear to me as this room and for eternity I'd lay in bed, in my boxers, half-stoned, with a pillow under my head. I'll be chatting on the interweb. Maggots prey upon the living dead. I had no interest in the things she said on the phone everyday, I'll permanently hit the hay.