who what where when why wendesday.

this is a funny thought. bear with me. i think it has merit.

q:

let's say you weren't a very good girl {or dude} in this life... and let's say, you wound up in hell. and let's say satan custom built you a sweet mansion in hell. what would it be like?

a:

where to begin...

a giant flocks of birds would circle above.

a sweet mix tape of nickelback, aaron neville, radiohead, and shania twain would be piped through the house.

my tv would be stuck on the NCIS marathon.

hell would be a pepsi establishment {coke products are celestial}.

i'd be forced to do all my shopping at wal-mart.

i'd have to make a choice between bath and body works sun-ripened raspberry or cucumber melon lotion. for-all-of-e-t-e-r-n-i-t-y.

pets are required.

aaaaand...

there would be this system in place in the churches in hell where two strangers would be paired up and assigned to befriend others monthly. oh, wait...

thinking about this kind of eternity keeps me doing what i should to stay on the straight and narrow.