Using the Model:
“Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.”
What else do you think Hell may be lacking?
Follow the model as closely as possible (the better you follow the model, the more “points” you get!)
Here’s mine:
"Hell hath no snack food like a caramel corn."
Hell hath no fury like a woman’s scorn.
we’ve been there, done that, bnorton. Take your dried frog pills, & try to keep up.
Hell hath no pie like my Momma’s home cooking.
Excuse fuckin’ me!
Hell hath no fury like the lawyer of a woman scorned.
“hell hath no glory like an infant born.”
Hell hath the Fury. In Hell, they still make the Plymouth.
Actually, bnorton’s version was slightly different, subtle and very witty, I thought. Read it again and see if you don’t think so, too.
I did notice the difference, and I don’t think so.
Hell hath no fur balls like my doggie Maxine.
bnorton, I got the joke. Perhaps a little too subtle for some?
Both you and your potty mouth are excused. Now leave the table, & go straight to your room, young man! 
Hell hath no fury like that of a 1920s style Death Ray.
Hell Hath No Fury Like A Woman’s Corn.
Ahhhh! Hell Fury Corn!
Hell hath no Barcaloungers. Yea verily, it has no television, nor football games, nor does it possess adult beverages. Truly it is a barren place.
Hell hath no stash like Daddy’s porn.
Hell hath no furry like a catgirl porn.
Maybe I’m being wooshed here, but the saying is “Hell hath no fury like a woman’s scorn,” is it not?
bnorton was offering a correction I believe.
Hell hath no puree like peanuts 'n corn.
For the record it’s from William Congreave and it goes “Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned, Nor hell a fury like a woman scorned.”
The first time I saw the “woman’s scorn” version it was scratched on a wall in Lukenbach, Texas, and I thought to myself, “What a moron! He got it all wro… Ohhhh, I get it! Cool.”
Hell hath no relief like a loud, long belch.
Hell hath no heat like a habenero pepper.
Hell hath no chance for some lovin’ like a two person soak in a hot tub.