Heaven for me will be a whole bevy of hot cars, big firearms that don't run out of ammo, hot and wanton chicks, friends all over, video games, dogs, NIN on demand, and maybe a few flights in a F22.
Heaven is a warm, sandy beach. Oh, and across the road behind the beach is the Indianapolis Motor Speedway. It’s right next to Wrigley Field.
And lighting fast Free Republic
A modern version of Valhalla.
“NIN on demand”
Just have a copy of “Pretty Hate Machine” on hand ... the rest of his music is frigging regurgitated garbage.
“Pretty Hate Machine” is a classic though ... it actually helped me through a pretty tough time in my life. Yes, I’m about as mentally ill as you are Laz ... and I mean that in a good way though you have the gift of expressing humor in ways I can’t possibly dream up :-).
Anyway, I had that CD permanently playing in my CD player back when it came out! :-). The rest of his stuff from “The Downward Spiral” on wasn’t anywhere as good ... but to each their own :-).
Now Megadeth on demand ... that’s a different story :-) ...
I love these stories, too.
To me when I get there all this earthly stuff will seem like so much folly.
I am more inclide to view it as:
“When we’ve been here ten thousand years
Bright shining as the sun.
We’ve no less days to sing God’s praise
Than when we’ve first begun.”
But maybe a hot-lap in a formula car would be OK too.
Heaven isn’t going to be like anything we can imagine.
Our earthly imaginations are far too limited.
An engineer dies and reports to the pearly gates. St. Peter checks his dossier and says, “Ah, you’re an engineer. You are in the wrong place.”
So, the engineer reports to the gates of hell and is let in. Pretty soon, the engineer gets dissatisfied with the level of comfort in hell, and starts designing and building improvements. After a while, they’ve got air conditioning and flush toilets and escalators, and the engineer is a pretty popular guy.
One day, God calls Satan up on the telephone and says with a sneer, “So, how’s it going down there in hell?”
Satan replies, “Hey, things are going great. We’ve got air conditioning and flush toilets and escalators, and there’s no telling what this engineer is going to come up with next.”
God replies, “What? You’ve got an engineer? That’s a mistake. He should never have gotten down there; send him up here.”
Satan says, “No way.” I like having an engineer on the staff, and I’m keeping him.”
God says, “Send him back up here or I’ll sue.”
Satan laughs uproariously and answers, “Yeah, right. And just where are you going to get a lawyer?”
Ping....
See you there! I am completely okay with all of that.
BOOKbump
I’m glad Heaven is really big; you guys sound like noisy neighbors . . .
Not that there’s anything wrong with that . . .