Where in hell 
is Manny?! He’s been promising to tend bar…
Hi guys! Sorry I’m late. Had a tough time trying to explain to the family that I’m going to hell. Well, my husband understood (a bit too easily, if you ask me), but my grandma had a tough time.
Hey, is that blackened ice cream?
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oh wow. i even READ your sig.
i knew i was tired yesterday, but not THAT tired.
if wishes were fishes, we could walk on the ocean.
Drops in through a chute.
Ahhh. . . man, this is great. . . no more relatives. . .
Stretches and wanders over to the refreshments.
– Sylence
“Excuse me, are you reading Torah and eating crayons?”
Is it just me or does Sylence ALWAYS head straight for the refreshments? tsk tsk. Just grab a beer (carbohydrates) and come join the fun. We’ve got a hot tub (snicker) up and running! We’ll have a hell of a time!
[Hell puns: ON]
I sold my soul to Satan for a dollar. I got it in the mail.
Poof (In pops Havoc, his ticket to heaven still in his hand. He has a confused expression on his face.)
Aw <i>great</i>. Well, at least I dropped in on my one and only Doper party.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m gonna go to the bar and order up a tall, stiff drink. The ramifications of all this are just too mind-boggling.
Fear no more. I am here.
Hell, SOMEONE had to bring the grass, right? Might as well be Clog Boy 
Coldfire
Voted Poster Most Likely To Post Drunk
"You know how complex women are"
- Neil Peart, Rush (1993)
Hey Havoc!! Bring me a margarita when you come back from the bar please!! 
Ah, it’s the frying dutchman! Howdy howdy! Welcome to Hell! We expect the Master of the House (a Monsieur Satan) to be in any moment. I hear he is betrothed to an Earthly lawyer and is understandably delayed. Have a seat, here is a lighter ::hands you a small imp:: just pull the tale. Would Monsieur like anything to drink? The bar is over there.
I sold my soul to Satan for a dollar. I got it in the mail.
And we don’t even have to wait until we’re dead, either! There’s a town named “Hell” in Norway. (No, really!)
I learned this philosophy in Jr. High, thus eliminating the need for further education.
You should never worry. One of two things can happen: Either things will come out well, or they will come out poorly.
If they come out well, you have nothing to worry about. If they come out poorly, one of two things can happen: You can live or you can die.
If you live, you have nothing to worry about. If you die, one of two things can happen: You can go to Heaven or you can go to Hell.
If you go to Heaven, you have nothing to worry about out. If you go to Hell, you’ll be too busy talking to all your friends to worry!
In the beginning, God played solitare. But he was ruining his eyes because there was no light…