“I’m going to hell” is often the subtext to very, very funny jokes told by humans I would enjoy spending a few more minutes (possibly eternity) with. And this makes me wonder.
Have the cosmos figured out that by earthly standards only the funniest, most awesomepeople are actually R.S.V.P.-ing via the commonly accepted hell point system?
Do the eternally damned have a choice?
I may have just given up the opportunity to go to Hell A. But can I steal a look at the attendee list?
Like for Facebook events. I mean, I don’t want to hang out with Ed Gein, his complex or his vagina facials, but Tucker Max, I’ll have a beer with him. Not the same beer, of course. I read his book and I’m slightly terrified of his health report if even half of those stories are legit. What kind of music do they play in hell? I need a visual. 80s? Are we talking “Let it Whip”. I’m so there. What kind of entertainment can I expect? Broadway or cruise ship? Please say cruise ship. Bellyyyyyyyyyyy FLOP! What language do I need to speak? Like do they speak English in one and Xhosa in the other? Clicky, clicky. I made my picky. I might need to pull this car over. Think things through a bit.
